"Palpitating Rush"

Author's Note: Allow me to implode those binaries by muttering sweet nothings.



There is this place where dreams just stop beating--

its this open field that's filled with snow.

The sun there shines like a reaper meeting

that lass who said dreams were meant for now.



Yet I rose my glass to a toast of cheer,

ignoring the last lust crafted there,

muttering screams that she could not hear.

She cracked the lights as she flicked her hair.



Blind sights that muted our outlandish words,

flaring the mundane formalities

forth into your wanton shaped light herds,

led by Job into reality.

Let us remove that disunity,

and remain in this fabricated sea.

-The Jesse J. R. Jennings (12-5-2010)


I am looking for some feedback for interpretations of this. Is it any good?

i really like the words chosen, it feels lustful in nature. it leaves me wondering, wanting it to answer more questions i have of it. the "There is this place where dreams just stop beating" and "ignoring the last lust crafted there" are so powerful, yet i wanted more to follow them. no doubt it is good, interpretation, matters most to the pen it comes from. JMHO

I enjoy the post-structuralist view that the author is dead