Hair, probably (hopefully)
facial, coated the
sink vanity
like the frozen Ardennes
soil in winter
after a tree burst.
The floor,
strewn with debris,
resembled the old
handsome oak stories
of Europe when the
Nazis were
finding death.
Computer equipment
huddled in the
closet, misplaced
like poor little Anne.
I took a shit
and left, unable
to find a
rubber flamethrower
to root out the cave.
Author notes
Originally written for Anasuya's It's crap, I tell you. Crap! contest, though I realized quickly there two problems with that:
1.) The contest was already closed.
2.) It would've been too long anyway.
Still, I liked it enough to finish and post it.
If you comment on it, be honest. Don't fucking tell me "wow gr8 pome!!1!" or "Holy shit, this is worse than water torture" without at least telling me why; otherwise...well...
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hum . . .
At first, I thot I didn't understand this. After re-reading several times, I think I got it.
I'm a little dense sometimes.
qt -
Love it, Love it, Love it...oops forgot to add you to my favourite...good penn Keep penning And I'll be back soon
Harley!! -
Strong, goes from topical images and ideas to excellent collocations, which I relly enjoyed (hansome oak) (equipment huddled). By the way, "computer ..." is the stanza I like the best, with contradiction handled masterfully. I think it could very well a poem on its own.
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