Monday, September 24, 2012
PERIWINKLE (the color)
Such a happy word
For such a melancholy color
It's a little bit grey
And a little bit blue
And a little bit purple, too
Periwinkle is the color
Of abuse when it fades
The color of that bruise on my face
When the cops find me just a few weeks too late
Periwinkle is quiet
And sad
Knowing I'll never get away from him
Black
then Blue
Then Purple
Then... periwinkle for the grave
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PERIWINKLE (the word)
Such a magical word
Periwinkle
Like fairies and dust
and sparkles
and things
that sing
not literally
things that breathe
did you know plants breathe
and periwinkle is a plant
a flower, to be exact
so periwinkle breathes
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Periwinkle
Like fairies and dust
and sparkles
and things
that sing
not literally
things that breathe
did you know plants breathe
and periwinkle is a plant
a flower, to be exact
so periwinkle breathes
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Sunday, September 23, 2012
HORSE'S MOUTH
Maybe this ability to write
Is a gift
Or rather, a horse
And maybe I should just trust
That even if it doesn't have
perfect teeth
It'll probably still chew just fine.
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Is a gift
Or rather, a horse
And maybe I should just trust
That even if it doesn't have
perfect teeth
It'll probably still chew just fine.
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THOUGHTS
Pounding
Tinkling
Tapping
Falling
In a 5/8 rhythm
But not quite so perfect
Freely
Confusedly
Rapidly
Dropping
In a 2+2+3
3+3+
2
+2+3
5/8
But not quite so perfect
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Tinkling
Tapping
Falling
In a 5/8 rhythm
But not quite so perfect
Freely
Confusedly
Rapidly
Dropping
In a 2+2+3
3+3+
2
+2+3
5/8
But not quite so perfect
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BAD POETRY
Okay
so sometimes
i do
write
bad
poetry
lol
l
l
l
l
ooooooooo
l
l
l
l
l
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so sometimes
i do
write
bad
poetry
lol
l
l
l
l
ooooooooo
l
l
l
l
l
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POETRY
Pours out of me like water
from a cistern
from a river
from an ocean
from the sky
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POET
If I am a poet
Is it conceited to know it
Or does it help me to grow it
By 'it' I mean art
Or rhyme
Or something other than standard
time
Like Brubeck
And Brautigan
And sex
Then the daily grind
Or is that the daily grind
By 'that' I mean sex
Or poetry
Or art
Or rhyme
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