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Entry tags:
- imitations,
- meme,
- nobu,
- poetry
First cousin once removed of Bad Poetry Corner
still sleepy. But there is nothing wrong with me that more steroids won't cure. My lungs will have the strength of ten! Or something. Ramble, ramble. Last night I dreamed that to get into the forest I had to trade bodies with a witch. A trollful witch, but at least she was pretty. Then she killed my old body so I was stuck. At least we had the bright orange beastses. And some very stupid vampires.
But you thought you were safe, eh? No, not yet! It is time for first cousin once removed of Bad Poetry Corner.
I'm taking the curves too fast.
each one leaps up before me, vertical and known
in leaf-green shade. I lean into them,
unknowing. some kid died here.
some kid always dies, drinking
after curfew. sun
outside my caves of curves, no games of brights
along the ditches. I know
timing, leaves and brambles.
I'm taking the curves too fast.
Yes, I did try to write this while driving. That is why it doesn't get to be a sonnet. heh heh. I am evil, I tell you!
[Same game.]
But you thought you were safe, eh? No, not yet! It is time for first cousin once removed of Bad Poetry Corner.
I'm taking the curves too fast.
each one leaps up before me, vertical and known
in leaf-green shade. I lean into them,
unknowing. some kid died here.
some kid always dies, drinking
after curfew. sun
outside my caves of curves, no games of brights
along the ditches. I know
timing, leaves and brambles.
I'm taking the curves too fast.
Yes, I did try to write this while driving. That is why it doesn't get to be a sonnet. heh heh. I am evil, I tell you!
[Same game.]
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i like the poem.
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I'm glad you like the poem. I like thinking about the poem, but I don't believe it has gelled yet.
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dreams, poker, boys, and poetry.
yeah, there is something ungelled about the poem. but I kinda like that. It makes it more of a me kind of poem, since it looks utterly unedited or polished.
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