Slowly across this barren page
he continues balling thoughts with a knitted brow.
Fuck Sartre!
There is nature’s true existentialist.
Words roll larger and larger into fragile sentences
until collapsing under the weight of meaningless pretence.
Adjectives lay strewn becoming prey to vultures.
One of his pronouns was eaten by wild dogs.
Spring as usual,
full of butterflies and sunburnt breasts
really is the happiest of seasons.
He expresses in syllables
spread like shards of a shattered mirror.
They once had connection;
now just reflect tiny corners of his universe:
Bare feet slice upon sharp truths,
bleeding out despair across this jarrah floor.
Looking down, a crowd stares back – not one person he knows.
“I hate you all...”
Spring as usual,
full of chardonnay and bullshit
really is the happiest of seasons.
Fuck Sartre!
Please tell me what you think
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Spring is indeed a happy season. One thing: much Australian Chardonnay is so over-oaked it actually tastes like bovine poop diluted with something unspeakable. Jacob's Crap perhaps.
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I heard a rumour that Sarte was a faggot. Is that true? If so, Jesus will not have him for a sunbeam, more like for a coal on the fire of eternal damnation.
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Hi buddy!
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I agree even though I don't know who Sartre is. My little world here on the internet is good enough for me especially when thrown morsels like this.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Ah! What a wonderfully different take on the prompt. I think your sarcasm and wit completely soak this poem, and it is a delight. Yet, I believe the rules called for your purpose in life. I get the satiric properties of this. Indeed, fuck Sartre and his words. Blah. But I wanted to see more of you, and you shorted me on you. I indeed (from reading your last entry) was looking forward to picking apart your brain and your idea of ultimate purpose. Though this serves as a fantasic write, I was a little disappointed. Yet, this poem is deliciously fun and I give you Cheers for that. -Scion
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lol One would think someone hasn't had a holiday for quite a while
Enjoyed this and besides Spring being full of shite and chardonnay although I prefer a good cab sav...it's full of hayfevered people trying to procreate and there I thought it was just horse breeding season, wrong again!
C
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Holy Shitzky!
This was brilliant, loved it to the uppermost regions of my mind.
Yessa!,
Bell
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