Oh, the blurring lights speed down the freeway of my mind,
I cross the misty asphault fog,
To the lot of twisting, broken dreams,
My burning emotions twirl and dance with the sloshing shots of tequila,
I stumble into the crumbling diners of Mexico,
And I honestly cry,
“Oh me mystic poets!”
And the trickling of the luiqor,
Crackling into the glass cups of my refuge,
Oh how comforting is that sound,
How comforting is the sight,
Of my drunken, smokey degenerates,
None are more poised,
None more litterate,
None more miserable than I,
Oh drive it home my brothers!
Drive it home!
A contest entry
- Not All Beauty is Colorful by XxAmongtheBrokenxX.
430 points, ended March 2, 2009, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Prewrites, new writes, whatever you like =] by XxNinjaNemoxX.
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Comments
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Your imagery was awesome, A+ on that, but the spelling and punctuation really detract and distract from the piece. The "none are more poised, none more literate, none more miserable than I" is in my opinion the strongest section of the poem, it's good stuff!
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Very interesting!
I really like this piece. There are some spelling errors throughout and the
overuse of punctuation.
Otherwise, it is good.
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I really like this!
My favorite lines are 1-4 because of the great imagery you used and I must say that this is the first poem that I have ever read about a poet in Mexico, so congrats for originality.
Thanks for entering the contest and good luck!
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