Two Seconds-OldePunk/RamJet Poetry

by Oldepunk



looking down from

the edge of earth

there is a hole

in my chest

my essence is pouring out

nuances of memories and

the skeletons of dreams

no one seems to notice

there’s a hole

in my chest

and you can see straight through me

put down in configuration

of paper mache´ and Indian dye

clutter surrounds the opening

I cannot seem to return

pieces to their origin

a grin, a sin, thought of a friend

who is falling through

the hole in my chest

entertaining landscape ebullient

tamp down edges

seal in bronze and copper

vast is all that comes to mind

2 seconds last eternity

I hear the thunder of Zeus

casting vengeance into the nether

dropped to my knees

I know not what to do

there is so much time

there is no time

the parade of echoes

rushing down my

stomach and thighs

merging with distance and gravity

i am forever, i am nothing

horses running wild in the visions

that hammer home a

stifling conclusion

a shocking bulletin

there is a

hole in my chest

I fall back, imploding through

the beginning

I recall womb-love

hearth and home

faces dear and

old stale fears

I am born again as I hear

my last words dropping from

the edge of the earth

“Help me, I think I’ve been shot”

I had died prior to having

the hole in my chest

It was a curious demise



Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

15 thoughts on “Two Seconds-OldePunk/RamJet Poetry”

  1. Wow. This is such an epic piece. It might be my favorite of yours thus far. Which is considerable, given how much I love your work. I mean, everything about this is fucking incredible. The metaphors, imagery, diction, prosody, and the message. Truly a masterpiece, my friend. *ardent applause* ❤

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      1. Thank you my friend. I was very excited about this piece, and you have justified it. Thanks so much for the compliments and praise. I hold you in very high esteem, your word carries much weight with me. I am truly honored

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  2. Olde Punk– this gets me in the chest and the gut. “looking down from/the edge of earth/there is a hole/in my chest/my essence is pouring out/nuances of memories and/the skeletons of dreams/no one seems to notice/there’s a hole/in my chest/and you can see straight through me”
    Powerful words my friend, powerful words

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