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Click hereHat me my going,
it’s almost today.
If the recent present
walks ten steps sideways,
will the army be able to
put down the intermission?
Mirror my potatoes
into a tire pump.
Meanwhile in the back of the mind
the boys are sittin’ ‘round making
headlights out of spit.
Island on ground level
to sell headlights to
dry mouths for all the barf
that fills a confessional on
it’s way to the indictment.
to your name dada. the last lines seem to lose the random flow.
Hat me my going,
it’s almost today . . .
is the best start to a poem that I've read here this new year.
I don't think the last 2 strophes, particularly the last one, carry the strength of the first three (and I'm okay with "barf")- but this is real good poetry. No doubt about it. :)
bless me farther
I have signed
my life love away
betype hard lines
entrenched in trenchant
bunkerky debrevity
his and her siding
somewhere I lost track
of all the pointless points
you seem to have found,
so can I borrow a cup of sugar?
at your best, you are a real mind-fucker. Jesus, Bill.
"Hat me my going,
it’s almost today."
this is good, it annouces this strange trip, and you just don't let up.
"dry mouths for all the barf
that fills a confessional on
it’s way to the indictment."
Really can't think of a better word than "barf", made me think of Tom Delay, Ken Lay and Frito-Lay all at the same time
Synesthesia makes us proud.
Er, whatever. I like funky poems, BD, and this one is funky. Makes me wanna dance. You don't wanta see that, though. Five and done, OK?
...I read the other comments and gave you a five for your fresh voice but I see Evie beat me with her comment - so, 'nuff said.
(Eve, could you stop now? I'm getting a bruise.)
Tess
I like it because it's different, and I really need something different to read! So many poems are starting to sound the same. And it's just not different. It's good. I hate the word barf, though. Ugly word. Ugly image.
this poem is filled with images that grasp <grin...a witty and humorous write, I like <grin.