checkmate to a dumbfounded foe
unaware of the raging war
click-clacking outside his bedroom wall
'i thought i buried that hatchet months ago'
swish-swash, pish-posh over balancing (those always menacing) deep thoughts
towards a rather shallow end...
it's always a less petty confetti pity parade
on the other side of misfortunes fence
but still this sluggish and ever wary adversary
will wine and dine while it pours and cries over it's
wishy-washy, wet rag of spilt perfection
so I persist with a beat and a smash and a strangled crash
to knock out all those groggy spells
digging all these hungry wells to hold
my vast amounts of negativity
(not unknown to me as) a waste of any sort
of productivity
and we sit together side by side
(me and my glowering yang of pride)
breathing in the heavy fog
of all our thoughtless genocide...
but when did all the time go by?
Author notes
Written August 16th, 2005
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Tupperware for the soul...
Mesh-mouth torture grades in cross trend ambulatory conventionalism. Your inner-worked rhymes are rhythms to hold onto and to dance with. The festivity begins with the end and is born of redemptive will. Punctuated with hyssop. ~ EZB -
I'm also not sure of what the message is in this poem, although the words are written well and it flows along easily.
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hummm at first I thought this was a piece about the neighbors having fights and trashing the place...then I was wondering if it was happening right in the same place....and who was it your sitting next to?....ok I know Im clueless....someone send for hitchcock I need a new mystery
But I want to add this and honestly speaking....i am awed at that way it was writing and all the flow of it....I had glued my eyes to it as though to find a meaning...or was that the idea? great word mastery...but ohh yano..
Malabu -
This is really strange and confusing, so I'm not really sure why I enjoyed it but I did. There's some neat imagery here that I wish I knew the meaning of. Great write!
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