bound to be a failure diamonds only in his eyes... ...pockets stuffed with dust he collects from forgotten volumes at the library his mother too insane for gambling anymore... his father is speechless, unreachable a canvas starts the night and he rearranges the stars according to newton's laws and unreasonable ransoms because everyone should see... everyone should stoop and help gather bones...
wow, this is incredible... but I've struggled trying to interpret it but perhaps I will come back to it. perhaps a different title could give a better hint and make it more accessible. keep asking myself what should everyone see? gather bones is most likely gathering the dead..., take responsibility? from "everyone should stoop" I sense that everyone should be taking responsibility. the sense of being alone is very clear. the sense of inertia is there. an artist on canvas... the only place to express, mom/dad out of the picture... so must express on canvas what everyone should see... not sure, but I really think it's good work. concise and the emotion comes through.
read this again this a.m. and sensed something ominous behind it. a darkness. as if this "bound to be failure" wants everyone to see that darkness that is inside of him... we all should take part in "gather bones" which has something to do with death.... i could almost sense the mind of a serial killer... the canvas more of a sheet to roll someone up in.... just what it brings forth in my head. not sure that was your intent! would like to know more about this poem...
thanks for your comments vetty...i was flattered that you put so much thought into your words...but to tell you more about the "real" meaning behind the poem might ruin it for you altogether...poetry should be about interpretation and the suggestion of ideas...but thanks again for checkin' it out...
'everyone should stoop and help gather bones' -- edible you're a goddamn genius, you know that. far and away one of the best lines of poetry i've ever read. shit man, you make me want to write again.
[..pockets stuffed with dust he collects from forgotten volumes at the library] Mmm..that's a great image.
