Goosebumps are afraid of me now.
Since I started drinking shoe polish, again.
A painting of my mouth all black & puckered
So I dragged that loose bitch down the hall.
Carving cold soap, squeezing limestone, gathering -
- Up what's left of Godzilla's lunch as reminders.
When you said "you cared, a lot"? I started crying
For no good reason, no Goodyear, no Good-bar, no good God.
Then Fellini came back on, and it was 8 & A Half
I went to salt up my blown corn, but instead -
- It went everywhere, but where I'd aimed for.
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Ghazellish
Written January 18th, 2004
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this was a good poem, thanks for joining
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Wow, I'm not quite sure what to say. Four read-throughs and I only get some of it. This is way over my head, but I love how you've worded everything. This poem is full of unique imagery, and pop-culture refereces (which is great).
-Renee -
Really addicted to this one..the first 2 lines kill me in a most pleasant way. Love, Maddelena
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You should make a book of just your comments to me. They're sharp.
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Felliniesque
Wassthis then? Leftover memories from shock therapy? Slo-motion stop action pan_across_the_stage slowly, zoom in on his blood-shot eyes? Oh yes, Fellini.
I can't quite grasp the shiny objects you show us here, but ya know, I could be sliding down the chute of no-return. What if I only have so many words to offer and I'll soon be stuck with just leftover letters with which to sticker the lunch sack? But no - I return to the film, but the closeups are gone extreme - greasy pores fill the screen and someone, somewhere is humming "Lola" and I think the tape broke...
I was gonna go to bible study today, but they kicked me out when they found I had read the Apocrypha and knew about the Diet of Wurms and Martin Luther's confrontation with Charles V -- "Sinner, ye of no remorse" they shouted (it was more hurtful than it seems) and tossed me into the street minus the alter boy trappings. I've never tasted wine since.
When you miss the popcorn bowl, it's time to step back and examine your actions. Or is the salt just a metaphor for something far grander than I can comprehend?
Yah, I dunno. I think I'd rather ride in the Red Car and look cool. -
Sounds like your out of sync.. watching to many sub-titled films.. try concentrating a little harder .. push the ding button on the microwave and watch it all go pop!!!
Quite Dahliesque.. LOLOLOLOLOL it's a little bright and contrite for me.. but it works so hey, what the heck..
~GILL~xx
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