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Jan. 29th, 2004 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I've been attempting to write poetry for some contest that involves the words peace and justice. This sort of effort is depressing and ultimately doomed.
things I learned growing up
I. everything can be broken
all you need to powder anthrax is a bag of glass marbles and a washing machine
says my father the engineer, fitting lizard tiles side-by-side in the bathroom
my father the conscientious objector says one time in the barracks he got a funny feeling
and a shell hit and his friends died right where he’d been standing
my mother shies from packages in train stations remembering
bombed-out storefronts in seventies London
II. everyone is broken
acid squeaks between his teeth and afterwards
he walks into every room and looks behind the mirrors for someone watching
she lets him fuck her up the ass ‘cause she doesn’t want him closer
he put a plastic bag over his head and waited to die
III. so what
after a shower the green tiles are like a jungle
her husband grills mushrooms for dinner
I was born anyway and
fuck it all maybe I love you
things I learned growing up
I. everything can be broken
all you need to powder anthrax is a bag of glass marbles and a washing machine
says my father the engineer, fitting lizard tiles side-by-side in the bathroom
my father the conscientious objector says one time in the barracks he got a funny feeling
and a shell hit and his friends died right where he’d been standing
my mother shies from packages in train stations remembering
bombed-out storefronts in seventies London
II. everyone is broken
acid squeaks between his teeth and afterwards
he walks into every room and looks behind the mirrors for someone watching
she lets him fuck her up the ass ‘cause she doesn’t want him closer
he put a plastic bag over his head and waited to die
III. so what
after a shower the green tiles are like a jungle
her husband grills mushrooms for dinner
I was born anyway and
fuck it all maybe I love you
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Date: 2004-01-30 05:35 am (UTC)i am not sure the nonsequiter works... and yet, i am not sure it doesn't work...
hmm
oh, i like the tie in of imagery of the war and then jungle later...
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Date: 2004-01-30 12:05 pm (UTC)Also, how many characters do you think the poem has?
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Date: 2004-01-31 01:23 am (UTC)the last two lines of III are the slightly off part...
i feel the first two lines refer back to the father placing tiles in the bathroom etc...
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Date: 2004-02-01 01:53 am (UTC)i can see it being a fucked up love poem if you take the speaker as using the mother and father as an example in order to talk him/herself out of loving the subject of the last line... then the "anyway" and last line make sense...
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