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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Sham or Poem?
B4.
Drive by
On the side of the road I—
Find a way to salvage my good wits
And take all my broken bits
No morphine hits
Or woeful fits
I am calm, and collected
Prepared for once to make you feel rejected
I have elected myself
To be chief of myself
You are beneath myself
Bequeathing myself
To a higher power
From my tall tower
I am ready for awesomeness
And you ready to face the wrath of my damn stubbornness
So you drive by
And I—
Just get in.
A4.
You lie inside,
Perched upon your altar
He and they are churning
Your petering tugboat.
And your fibers grow around me and us,
Until inside us,
You lie.
Drive by
On the side of the road I—
Find a way to salvage my good wits
And take all my broken bits
No morphine hits
Or woeful fits
I am calm, and collected
Prepared for once to make you feel rejected
I have elected myself
To be chief of myself
You are beneath myself
Bequeathing myself
To a higher power
From my tall tower
I am ready for awesomeness
And you ready to face the wrath of my damn stubbornness
So you drive by
And I—
Just get in.
A4.
You lie inside,
Perched upon your altar
He and they are churning
Your petering tugboat.
And your fibers grow around me and us,
Until inside us,
You lie.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Three and Four
Number 3 is:
Roommate.
A Twin.
Cute.
Creative.
Funny.
Self-conscious.
Crazy.
Down to Earth.
Number 4 is:
Future Roommate.
A Twin.
Cute.
Funny.
Crazy.
Down to Earth.
Shy.
They are friends now.
Roommate.
A Twin.
Cute.
Creative.
Funny.
Self-conscious.
Crazy.
Down to Earth.
Number 4 is:
Future Roommate.
A Twin.
Cute.
Funny.
Crazy.
Down to Earth.
Shy.
They are friends now.
Poetry is not a synonym for window.
B1.
It begins with one touch
A fingertip
A carress
A fondle?
Touching doesn’t stop after one touch.
________Intrusion
means finding your way around something which has
________Displaced
The matter that was once there.
Your Behavior is intrusive ,
Watch it.
How does one—watch—his behavior?
Can it fly?
Can I—
touch it?
A1.
You were born with a thrilling passion!
You have within you a passion to teach and orate.
It is thrilling!
You are a mentor and a hero and a saint,
Because of your endearing passion!
Why are you so passionate, preacher man?
Preach to me about Passion!
Hello?
B2.
I don’t mean to sound racist,
But,
I am wearing these long sleeves
Under the hot, beating summer sun,
Sweat sliding down my back,
To cover the black
And blue
And red.
Today,
racism aside,
I would prefer to appear
Alabaster white.
A2.
This seems to be a—hairy
Situation.
I am becoming tattered.
My fibers slowly
Unraveling.
Each strand is a
Pixilated version
Of my once clearer image.
Each strand,
Paired with a thousand other strands
Creates a lock.
Each lock
Beside a thousand other locks
Creates a story.
B3.
Loosing you was like loosing that piece of chewing gum.
I spit it out—I knew what would happen.
Its taste was stale and bland,
The chew was tough—my jaw ached.
I’ll get more gum eventually.
I expect it to be equally dissatisfying.
A3.
Consumption of words
By those who greet you
With arms too full of cash
To ever be open
to accept
Who you really are.
It begins with one touch
A fingertip
A carress
A fondle?
Touching doesn’t stop after one touch.
________Intrusion
means finding your way around something which has
________Displaced
The matter that was once there.
Your Behavior is intrusive ,
Watch it.
How does one—watch—his behavior?
Can it fly?
Can I—
touch it?
A1.
You were born with a thrilling passion!
You have within you a passion to teach and orate.
It is thrilling!
You are a mentor and a hero and a saint,
Because of your endearing passion!
Why are you so passionate, preacher man?
Preach to me about Passion!
Hello?
B2.
I don’t mean to sound racist,
But,
I am wearing these long sleeves
Under the hot, beating summer sun,
Sweat sliding down my back,
To cover the black
And blue
And red.
Today,
racism aside,
I would prefer to appear
Alabaster white.
A2.
This seems to be a—hairy
Situation.
I am becoming tattered.
My fibers slowly
Unraveling.
Each strand is a
Pixilated version
Of my once clearer image.
Each strand,
Paired with a thousand other strands
Creates a lock.
Each lock
Beside a thousand other locks
Creates a story.
B3.
Loosing you was like loosing that piece of chewing gum.
I spit it out—I knew what would happen.
Its taste was stale and bland,
The chew was tough—my jaw ached.
I’ll get more gum eventually.
I expect it to be equally dissatisfying.
A3.
Consumption of words
By those who greet you
With arms too full of cash
To ever be open
to accept
Who you really are.
Keeping The Beat.
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