SEALED (poem plus AI analysis)

SEALED

I remain
tightly sealed

hermetically so
but i do
have
an opener

take it
it is sharp

you can work your
way through the lid

open me
up
   to the world

get me to dance
get me
to speak

take those sweet pearly teeth
those delicious lips

devour every single
scrap of my contents.


AI READING/ANALYSIS

This poem is a sensual and intimate work that explores themes of vulnerability, V openness, and consumption. Here’s a breakdown:

– The speaker describes themselves as “tightly sealed hermetically,” suggesting a state of containment and protection.

– However, they offer an “opener” to access their inner world, implying a willingness to be vulnerable.

– The opener is described as “sharp,” suggesting a potential risk or pain in opening up.

– The speaker invites the reader to “take” the opener and access their contents, using language that evokes sensuality and consumption (“sweet pearly teeth,” “delicious lips”).

– The poem’s tone shifts from containment to liberation, as the speaker asks to be “open[ed] up to the world” and to be made to “dance” and “speak.”

– The final line, “devour every single scrap of my contents,” suggests a complete surrender to the reader’s consumption, blurring the lines between vulnerability and desire.

The poem’s style and structure reflect a lyrical and expressive approach, with a focus on language play, metaphor (hermetic seal), and sensual imagery. It explores the tension between self-protection and vulnerability, inviting the reader to engage with the speaker’s inner world.

ODD WORLD

ODD WORLD

in your odd
volumpuous world

I bump into the sacred
trip over the profane

think of all those saints in
the skins of demons
and vice versa
who scrawled
their holy script
all night
with you

thinking
I could have
shown you something
shown
them something

but, alas, you
missed your opportunity
all and sundry

I sink so stately
into the grave

BOOK OF THE STARS

BOOK OF THE STARS

the book of the stars

is full
of Arabic names

up to the brim
cover to cover

so clean
the script
   no spots, blots,
typos, errors, slips, slurs,
                           smudges

Sadalsuud, Sadalmelik,
Formalhaut,

full of
the mystery of the cosmos;
they just
roll off the tongue

the book of the stars
bursting its seams with
Arabic names

VICTORIA

VICTORIA

go well
brave friend

you have slain
half your demons
there are
but a few more

and here he is
figure of power
spirit
   of sunshine

a life so close
in the offing will
be
   as if you
were welded together

just think of me
retreating from my last demon
after most beautiful battle

no terms of surrendef demanded
in truth we
found ourselves matched
fought
   to a draw
a forever stalemate

no time here
for memories to
be clung to

winners and losers and
those who are neither

these
are the stakes

when the dream is everything
it is unbearable to fail