Nobody gives a flying shit about poetry.
Yet here I sit, opposite
Spilling my guts note by note and bit by bit.
For the sake of keeping a lost art form
Alive and well.
No actual appreciation for my alliteration
Like freshly released prisoners in the proximity, no laces
tighter than my similes.
No respect for metaphor
Where's the preservation of the art form?
Who knew of haiku? Who allotted the sonnet?
I am iambic pentameter.
Shooting jump shots on the perimeter.
Life: I might be madly in love wit' her.
So it's give and take, give and go
Love and hate, fast and slow.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
A Native's Submission
In this room, so big
in spirit, not necessarily space
Although both contain content and they both more than save face
Anyways, in this room so big:
One elephant, one pig.
Two elephants, two pigs.
Spanish and a Chinese twist
American--the Warholiest.
Tibetan, Buddhist, original kiss.
Chilean traditions
Here's a Native's submission into the Wordsmith Hall of Fame.
An actual melting pot in this room so BIG. Make a name
For yourself, for us as a generational conundrum.
Beat the drum, see right through
Playing it sentimental yet playing it coy fish clock--Morning View.
Call me Flo-Rida Mar-Lin, cuz that's my fitted for two thousand eleven and incidentally they're changing their logo next year. There there.
The aforementioned elephants protect against the abundantly absent haters-
just straight pachyderm stomping them.
The previously mentioned pigs provide elusively everlasting friendship for you and a kindred spirit...
Can you hear it?
in spirit, not necessarily space
Although both contain content and they both more than save face
Anyways, in this room so big:
One elephant, one pig.
Two elephants, two pigs.
Spanish and a Chinese twist
American--the Warholiest.
Tibetan, Buddhist, original kiss.
Chilean traditions
Here's a Native's submission into the Wordsmith Hall of Fame.
An actual melting pot in this room so BIG. Make a name
For yourself, for us as a generational conundrum.
Beat the drum, see right through
Playing it sentimental yet playing it coy fish clock--Morning View.
Call me Flo-Rida Mar-Lin, cuz that's my fitted for two thousand eleven and incidentally they're changing their logo next year. There there.
The aforementioned elephants protect against the abundantly absent haters-
just straight pachyderm stomping them.
The previously mentioned pigs provide elusively everlasting friendship for you and a kindred spirit...
Can you hear it?
Currently Untitled
Find myself on the quest of a lifetime
To find a place where the footprints
Cease to exist
Blazing trails to quench my undeniable,
undying need to resist
Spinning sideways standing still this stratosphere,
ionosphere, atmosphere, sometimes so clear
sometimes so near
Everything and nothing all at once; this sphere dangles on its axis, a slow tilt
A gangster lean built for the long haul
Stand on the tallest stilts, you'll never reach an end...the stars...galaxies...cosmos...
Infinite...
This must be it, the place we sit
Ride the wave, take a hit
Longing to leave a legacy. See my soul
Our names shall be remembered somehow, some way. Can't quit.
To find a place where the footprints
Cease to exist
Blazing trails to quench my undeniable,
undying need to resist
Spinning sideways standing still this stratosphere,
ionosphere, atmosphere, sometimes so clear
sometimes so near
Everything and nothing all at once; this sphere dangles on its axis, a slow tilt
A gangster lean built for the long haul
Stand on the tallest stilts, you'll never reach an end...the stars...galaxies...cosmos...
Infinite...
This must be it, the place we sit
Ride the wave, take a hit
Longing to leave a legacy. See my soul
Our names shall be remembered somehow, some way. Can't quit.
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