I live in suburbia,
not a speck of dirt around,
shiny new glimmering possessions,
not a thing out of place
in my crystal clean town.
I thought people outside
(when think of them I must!)
were frozen in place,
were made out of rust!
One day I ventured out
(crazy, I know!)
It was there I spotted
my first spec of dust.
Then my eyes widened-
I were instantly thrust
into my first encounter
with that appalling, dreadful, hideous substance-
terrible, unspeakable, horrible rust!
Ewwwww!
Then my mind turned to wonder-
what fascinating tales that must be enfolded,
corroded, embedded with each oxidized husk-
Intriguing mentalities to unlock and explore
like exotic hues
that are simply not found
in my pastel-colored suburban town.
I have the sudden mad urge to burrow inside
one of the burnt-umber highlighted dying hulks,
and listen in on it’s stories and legends
and get out my pen and write it all down!
I, of the immaculate 'burbs
drawn to ionized decay-
how ironic that is- I from a pristine world
attracted to rust on this adventurous day!
Majestic burnt relics, things of the past,
magnificent broken monuments of yore
useless scraps thrown from the table
of civilization’s unending gluttonous feasts,
ruins and vestiges of eras no more
yet doomed to be created by generations to be
who’ll repeat history with their own space-derelict beasts!
Rust, rust, far and wide
let me bathe my starving clean senses in its flaky encrusted hide!
I'll craft pristine coffee-table photo-albums
replete with sanitized poetic ruminations
regarding the blighted aberrations,
defiled and dirty,
wreaked and wronged,
and turning ever so slowly to dust-
corrupted and disfigured,
withering and disintegrating
in unhindered, uninterrupted, inevitable decline,
abandoned and decomposing atop the earth’s crust!
Eroded gnawed
eaten away,
rotted deteriorated
bleached and bathed
in abuse and neglect;
banged up, battered,
ravaged and scorched,
injured and crumbling
in wind-blown gusts-
how it all grabbed and captured my lust!
There should be nothing more fresh
and stimulating to us
than a pile of smoking, steaming,
stinking, simmering
rubble-endowed
maltreated metallic materialistic rust!
You call it a fetish
I call it platonic
maybe like a pampered kid
cutting himself;
art deco it is-
wall art, mobiles, sculptures and busts
all are, in my insulated-suburbia, a must!
Maybe I'll travel cross-country
on these rails of rust...
Screeeeeee! Ewwwww!
Such are the possibilities
of mangled-up rust-
I'll carry it all home
just to see their disgust!
Then I’ll spend all day
shining it up-
Just like the reflection-loving
suburbanite us!
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Written April 2nd, 2005
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Incredible background images--really adds to the delivery of the piece. Rust. Rust? Who writes about rust? Well you know what, you sure did your job in making me impressed by the unappealing substance. I am now impressed by rust.
Congradulations. Mission a complete success.
Kudos to you & thanks for the entry.
~jen (rendezvous) -
Love the giant mask piece......damn. I might have to steal the idea. Got a welder recently.
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I like this piece very much -- not only because it's about rust...aka entropy versus the metal atomic structure, but the collage of imagery is amazing...and surpasses a mere light commentary on materialism and the search for inner perfection.
Well done!
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Great!
Wow! This is a very interesting piece. Don't think I've ever read a poem about rust before. lol. The pictures added to the poem. I couldn't stop laughing. It was very good. The on and off rhyme scheme was very good as well. It didn't sound forced at all.
"You call it a fetish
I’ll call it platonic
maybe like a pampered kid
cutting himself"
That was really good. I liked the comparison you made, and the defense as well. All in all, the poem was very good, and I don't believe (being the nitpicker I am) I found any typos. lol. Keep up the great work!
God bless you,
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Erika ~~~~~
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The pictures are great. When I lived back east rusted out vehicles were very common because of all the salt they use on the roads.
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Terrific
This piece is so incredible. Love the words and the pictures. -
~cracks up~ ^^_^^
This is great! I loved it! I clicked on, expecting it to be interesting and it was! The pictures really helped give it its due. I actually found them intersting to look at, so I had to agree with you!
My favorite lines were:
~~injured and crumbling
in the wind-blown gusts
how it all grabbed us and captured our lust!~~
Is there a subtle hint going on here? LOL -
incredible-new and original
Amazing! I am soo bookmarking this!
~Jen -
this must of been a lot of work putting together! it came out great. the poem stands alone by itself but the pics and added background make it artwork & poem.
it drives me absolutely nuts to see all this metal and rust all over the place
it looks like crap and i wish people would clean up after themselves!
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Wow...great pictures!
I love the poem, but the pictures were what made it something..special.
Mateja
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this was great !!!!!
wow! I think this was a beautiful write, great pictures and decribing of it all.This was truly a wonderful piece, this is probably my favorite piece yet! beautiful job, and keep on writing
-bean
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