I bought a spiral bound;
A shade of forest and a trace of black.
My thoughts lay on white grass;
The gravity of all seriousness,
Quite ridiculous.
The front bears eight and zero,
But I can only find seven and nine.
How do I lose a page of thought?
I simply can't imagine such a plot.
It's gone though, and that's just fine.
Written recollections and fantasies
bear the smell of coffee stains.
The parking ticket and phone number;
A sentence from court.
I wonder upon raw umber of the lumber
Which rest upon the breast of these
80 pages.
Despite the night,
I will still write without light.
Every last word in my mind until there are none,
and staked unto 80 pages (minus one).
If a testament written of myself
Is ever in my life conceived,
It will occupy more than none,
and less than the 80 minus one.
I failed to mention that my favorite number is two
And for now, this poem is through.
Author notes
I want a toaster with the answer to everything.
A contest entry
- A Boyfriend for a Girl by suzume.
500 points, ended April 28, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Bounce the back feed at my retinas.
Comments
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This is really rather clever. It has a voice that was, to me, somewhat reminiscent of John Rybicki and/or Billy Collins. I mean this is certainly unique, but kind of in the same general style.
I loved so many of the lines but i think my favourite was "Written recollections and fantasies - bear the smell of coffee stains."
A toaster huh? ^^
Thanks for entering this.
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