green ink flew from the fountain
in the center of town.
when the the waltz tempo played from the
street lamps, that's when we knew we were
fucked.
a spring of romantic overtones was coming
like something in the water supply,
and if we didn't boil our drinks,
we would find ourselves paralyzed
by butterflies in our stomachs
and moths in our mouths.
Lorca told me the live iguanas would
come to bite me if i didn't dream,
but i responded that he created a contradiction
when he said no one sleeps in the sky.
at that point, easter came,
crocuses bloomed,
and i felt sick.
i begged the snow to stay,
feeling was not in my nature.
Author notes
1. Name [Real & User] - Kevin, Phineas Red
2. Age - 18
3. Amount of Poetic Experience - A fair share
4. Typical/Strongest Style - free verse
5. Unusual/Weakest Style - structure
6. Favorite Type of Inspiration - people
7. Amount of Multiround Experience - four or five under my belt
8. Some Accomplishments - scored a 29.3 in my first slam?
9. One Fact I Don’t Know About You - i love to wait for godot
10. Additional Comments You’d Like Me To Read - nothing really, you know me
A contest entry
- project poetry season one [prewrite & fresh auditions] by blackday.
600 points, ended March 27, 2008, 24 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
So, what do you think?
Comments
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"and if we didn't boil or drinks"
or?
Another amazing write. No wonder you're in. No wonder I think I'm going to lose. No long comment this time, because:
1. it's midnight
2. I'd just be giving you synonyms of "fucking brilliant"
hardly of any use. By the way, do you mind decorating my favourites list?
Never ♥
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I did a bit of research for this one & your references were perfect. They were subtle enough that you don't need them but enough that I felt like I had a better understanding by looking at them.
Your voice is always amazing & yeah. I don't have much more to say.
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green ink flew from the fountain
in the center of town.
it is HOLI over here in India, and this is the epitome of the holiday
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"we would find ourselves paralyzed
by butterflies in our stomachs
and moths in our mouths."
my favorite part - probably because of the alliteration in that last line.
Great stuff.
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