morning
and you speak
as if you knew me
and you ask are we still
flying
and gesture with a stunted
wing
we swing
but not on the front porch
your touch
is such awkward
poetry
it stutters like last night
like dishes soakin’
in my red eyes
in glued thighs
and yes
you’re still talking
about groceries
the trash
the bed making
as if you were loud enough
i’ll stop thinking
about the ways
you ash me
back to
this
silence
and i hate
the way you say
lunch
and launch into nihilism
that it all meant nothing
that we have quaked and shaked
and spit out only
a pebble
the trouble
you state
is your denial
that jazz and red wine
is why we
forgive
you are so simple
at dinner
no longer the hunter
your cuts so much thicker
on this meat
this plate
my skin
(oh god
here we go
again)
the news
like the weather
has burst into fire
but we still wear
the sweaters
of
don’t you know better
and the butter
has divorced both
salt and the knife
and this life
tainted
by small words
beginning with
u
&
s
Author notes
Inspired by "Little Earthquakes"
Neil says 'hi' by the way.
In a list
A contest entry
- Tori Amos Inspired. by Puking Faerie Dust.
600 points, ended July 24, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
1 - 23 of 23
-
yes
oh hells yeah! -
Yes.
I would not have preferred the format of the last line.
-
Yes. I like your style. (:
-
a yes from me.
-
If you need meeee, me and Neeeil'll be, hangin' out with the dream king
The imagery and format and everything were perfect to me. The atmosphere was lovely too, and created a great accent for your words. And I love how the beginning ties in perfectly with the song, just a bit more elaborated and cake-taking!
Thank you for entering, and good luck 
Jeanette*~
-
-
for the record the the book i half used as inspiration for mine was written by that Neil
-
-
NEIL GAIMAN IS GOD!!
Long live the Sandman!
-
-
well, he's one cat atleast.
-
-
-
-
Tori is amazing, but this takes the cake.
-
-
Hey! You were suppose to start whippin' my hide, woman!
And dammit, next time comment longer so I can applaud back the damn thing.
-
-
nuh uh, no whoopin here -
i'm holding out to whoop you in pushback's contest -
eat my metal man!
(we should all have dreams)
-
-
Aw HELL YEAH! Finally someone who's gonna give me a run for my money. I have a feeling pushback's gonna end up hating the both of us.
Bring it.
-
-
lol -
well go read it damnit, its there and its bloody
-
-
-
-
-
Well this sucks.
I love tori and I love your work.
;
-
i am loving this
-
-
Not as much as I love you!
-
-
Why don't they have a bowing lil yellow gut, or guys?
damn hon.
I wanna write like you, and I'd like to say, 'when I grow up'... lol. You're just too damn smart for me. You must be published.
(secretly I hate you, but hey... I'm Gemini. )
you say what I want, but better.
Kathleen
-
I guessed it was inspired by little earthquakes straight away. I have to say this is really excellent, as always. Bitter too. Love that. Love tori forever and great poetry too! Thanks for this piece of genius stuff.
-
and the butter
has divorced both
salt and the knife
i think i've told you this before. but besides the emotional responses your poetry always gives me, it also has the ability to make me really fucking hungry. which is good because i'm trying to gain weight. lol
-
-
You crack me up!
Can I give you some of my fat? It's free!
-
-
I don't get it
-
-
you bitch.
LOL
-
-
Oh my, this is wonderful - the imagery, the word plays, the emotion, everything. It kept my attention all the way which is really a lot for me to say these days. Wonderful poetry.
Adding your comment:
1 - 23 of 23
