Mowed for sanity.
A lawn for the first time
in nearly six years. Front and
back, and even the sides. The grass
tending ritual has not changed very much,
but I have. We both needed water when it was
all over. It, more so than I. Is There a real noble
meaning behind the act of grooming. It promotes
blooming I'm assuming. I currently have a bloody
hole in my stomach. That statement is telesematic.
Being too analytical apparently does have a down
side. Constantly worrying mentally has begun to
surface physically. Guess that I should have
respected more,
the back seat,
and kept my,
trap shut,
sewed my,
lid shut
Learned
how to
not say
but-but
I can't
[typo]
$grass$
^^^^^^
He's swell,
Cracked bell,
It is all water,
from the same well.
What am I afraid of ?
Disease carrying insects.
Twilight zone on DVD in B&W.
unaware of my filthy receptacle.
Who, or what, I can and can't affect.
I am going to take off while I still can.
Being a complacent young man that can
With an exquisitely decorated oriental flip fan
I wonder how many years will pass by again before I
stumble on another lawn that I'm forced to mow, water, show.
Zero.
Fascicle.
Pure-blood.
Topknot.
Carbon 14.
Antiparticle.
Merry-go-round.
Water-table.
Incontrovertable.
Chevalier.
Pretzel.
Suffocate.
Abstractionalist.
[can't you ]
[some shit]
[not have ]
[to always]
[be about]
[god devil]
[cunt cock]
[nice sock]
[just you ]
[thank you]
For nothing, but that constantly
evaporated feeling of receding,
and diminishing into something
else that has to do with you. You,
and nothing else. Just you, yes, you.
You, and yours, such wealthy smiled
stealthy cads. I want to be you. Tell your
people about you. Mock you! Say
I know you, to tow you, around. I,
your blessed shadow boxer burn out.
Your elbows and knees exfoliated free.
Then you'll see how you are
the only one I see, I see, I see
through your skirt, and flesh
and marrow, I see...
No worth in...
tomorrow...
Without you?
CUT!
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Author notes
Written January 23rd, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Concrete rocks!!! by zdmckay.
400 points, ended April 6, 2004, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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I liked the ending
the rest needs cutting
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definitely an interesting piece... what is that supposed to look like, anyways? i have no clue. maybe a... i dunno. maybe you could make it look like something. if you're lucky. keep on keepin' on.
~tyler
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I'm glad I came across your work, it's by far some of the best I've read on allpoetry...Had almost lost all faith in this place, but not anymore..
This piece for me, deals with the trival things we do everyday. The things we take for granted and then miss once they're gone.
That and it hits some emotional chord I've been humming lately...not sure what it is though..Glad to have read it.
Always,
Amberlee -
random comment to give you points
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This was very interesting to read. Thanks for submitting it to my contest. This poem was a little hard to follow but it had interesting shape. Thanks for sharing.
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you have a way with words - I'll tell you that... I've read it 4 times now and gotten something different out of it each time. hard to focus on, but like your others, very disjointed and fantastic all at the same time.
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ok i am done.
this was fun.
i can't stand
to sit here
gotta stop
going... -
fun read
whole thing reminds me
of something that doesn't exist
like poetextual landscaping
you got your shrubbery and tiny trees
and around it you back fill
with junk dirt up to your knees
over that some sweet topsoil
where you plant some furry grass
make a sandtrap
then a coi pond
for a laugh you stock with bass
'for you know it
you can mow it
play micro golf with
civil war chess pieces sporting
modified custom blown swizzle stick ping putters.
The constant tick tick tick
of your imagination of them
tap tap tapping
little nitroglycerine pills around
for points and glory
all night long
pisses off the zoning board neighbors
who hire a drunk 3 toothed redneck
with a steam roller one night
the dream ends with it all flat or broke,
deisel smoke and red neck laughter
long into the night haunts you...
You keep them in a gallon wine jug along with
three hundred bucks in quarters.
Three hundred
and three,
heehee HAW H A W!
Threehundred and three.
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at first i thought they were waves but it's probably something else cuz waves dont have that retangle of words in them, intresting write a bit obessed with someone ey, j/k i use to mow lawns when i was 17 with my girl friend and we wore short shots to get the guys to let do it to begin with, most of our cleints were dudes and we got paid alright for being 17
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i hated mowing the lawn, hated doing so with my friends as well...(ctting them down)
i think society would need a good pruning
Nyx... -
well this is some crazy shit. not quite following - but i love it. wicked images, engaging title, structure brilliant. nice going....
i like being confused. insane genius probably.xxx
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I think , the bar almost looks like a blade of grass .. then the thing above it starts looking like a mushroom cloud in the distance.
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But, what is the bar, then?
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It's a wave.
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Green and Lush
Grow, mow and show. Yeah. So you're saying we need to constantly prune society in some fashion rather than the haphazard random cuttings practiced today only by madmen and psychopathic serial killers? You want to develop a whole government section of grooming squads that will ensure the tax base grows healthily while reining in the suckers trying to grow out the top and sides? Just like cutting and pruning the old trees in the orchard?
Crazy, I murmer, fingering my pearl handled revolver, uncertain if this is the moment to use it or if I can safely wait, finish my beer and get back to dreaming about that woman I universally lust for in the dark...I guess it can wait.
Why can't I just say "Wow" and go back to sleep? Is that acceptable? Or do I just need to take a little off the top and water the rest? Looks green to me and I'd love to feel the damp green words between my toes if I thought I could take my shoes off without displaying secrets or the money hidden in my socks. -
The picture is a bit like a Rorschach test .. what do I see this time .. well at the part where you were mowing the grass, I almost saw a pot belly .. then that pointy lip became rather a deformed penis. So .. then I stood back .. and thought, ah, perhaps a boob .. small waist .. skirt side .. and she stands on .. ??
Nope .. not that ..
a profile .. nope .. what is the pole-like thing, then.
Not certain .. can't say.
However .. this poem was easier for me to read through completely. I am not certain what I get from it, exactly, but I like it peicemeal .. right down to the flick of an oriental fan and a fanatic following whoever it is you are emulating ..
I liked it.
I have one poem that I tried to do in a picture .. it was fun, but a little too restricting .. did it for a contest. -
oh and the design with the grassy tight knot garden feel is very cool. yeah, i like concrete.
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going for shapes and cutting everything up even the words and its just brilliant
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hmmmm. i like concrete.
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