Last Saturday you took my hand and led me to a fort built of blankets.
You had two icepops on the floor. Orange for you, blue for me.
You didn't have a plan, not that you even needed one, but you did give me a pair of
We slept for a bit in our cave.
I woke to you telling me your favourite word is mellifluous. You said you like how it rolls
Now I want dessert too.
I don't have a reason for my favourite word. And I didn't realise until that second how
So in a sleepy haze I told you.
Photo: Poeteye as reporter 1977
I am a true contemporary
who knows how to acceptably
write a poem. First with a tangible
aroma of burnt toast, I will run on
my imaginary couplets like a stroke
victim of the modern prejudices.
(Strophe’s choice is put aside, and
Iamb not going to count my feet.)
Once cute, most common figures of speech have
worn out their fashion like poorly matched metaphors.
(Do not rhyme, remember, do not rhyme,
as you wax nostalgic for some childhood time… damn!)
Pent up pentameter oozes with therapeutic
confessionals that spring or dance or likewise
incongruently twist uncomfortably on the page,
while conjuring an image both shamefully personal
and embarrassingly boring from a tourist’s slide show
or the shoebox full of faded, classic Polaroids.
Sardonically satiristic, I’ll reach-around to reference
an obscurely erudite portrait of some saint, like
Christina The Astonishing’s flight into the rafters
of the church to avoid the stink of her own kind.
And at the end of a turbulent typhoon of irregular lines
washing deeply into the recesses of nowhere in particular,
I will, after too long a time, finally and hopefully declare:
une mule morte sur les clefs du piano.
Self satisfied, I’ll end my rant -- non sequitur but unchallenged…
or would you prefer a tantalizing inquiry of you, Dear Reader?
No matter how fast I drove,
That little spider didn't fall off the wing mirror.
I named him Clingy.
There are those that try oh so hard and waste soooo much time, tring to destroy others through reputation,rumors etc.THEN THERE ARE THOSE WHO STOMP THROUGH THIS BS LIKE A GURILLA IN THE MIST AND SUCCEED ANYWAY! THANK U.
anybody have any idea why I can't upload any records. Both video and image is saying I am not uploading the right kind of file but according to my computer the filer is saved in an appropiate file format. What gives?