I've been working a little on some poetry. It could be far from finished... but if you're reading this, I'd like some feedback.
11/12/08
My alter ego has better
nail beds and won't settle
for hazelnut coffee
complete with seven layer
salad chasing buffalo
in central Nebraska
Bassett bison a man
says don't worry I do
this all the time holding
down the fence for the
driverless stick shift
people come here all the
time to watch the prairie
chickens boom boom boom
boom prairie chicken porn
enthusiasts it's truly spectacular
and she doesn't approve
of bestiality or fowl
or the way the windmills
own so much land full
of highland cattle and
artisan wells so far from
anything structural but
too many fences and
gates she doesn't appreciate
gates God she's shallow.
11/18/08
My message ingrains my pen
for years without forming
a word but there's something
prolific in your eyes today
monsterous ballet slippers
punctuation styrofoam
plates hesitating making
my ink tremble before you.
I'm going to write snow
storms. Are you concerned
with changing the channel
or channeling the change?
A crew of destruction workers
report to me, without them
no creation. You liked me
much more when my self-
esteem was dead I was quieter
then. My pen didn't scar. You
worry too much about finding
meaning. I'm telling you, this
is skin deep and it could
use some aloe painfully
dry like your sense of humor
not even I can make it
translate in text. Rare.
Poetry makes me try harder.
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The ramblings, writings and musings of an apprentice. Because "poets are damned but see with the eyes of angels"
2 comments:
The second one speaks volumes to me. I really like the line about changing the channel or channeling change. Enough that I'd tattoo it on my body, and there's not much that I am willing to permanently put on myself. Ha.
The first one is interesting to me, enigmatic and somewhat whimsical at once. The second was enjoyable as well - seems like a bit of a dichotomy between bitterness and interest.
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