- Non-Erotic Poetry
- toward a word
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i'm straining toward
a commotion
licking olives
picked up
off the floor.
i'm slouching,
not to Bethlehem,
but back
from the corner store. high
modernism
and Kerouac
left me
craving more. i'm dotting
all my inhibitions
in bumper
stickers and cold sores. i'm
still working toward
a word -
believe it -
whistling dixie
at the back door.
- COMMENTS
twelveooneabout 16 years agoslouching not to Nirvanna, but to the cabanna of the corner store, Kerouac says you have a rack, but I would hate to be a bore - have a half a banana, you can come back for more. I know I will towards your words. Best I've seen today!
Anonymousabout 16 years agoThe whole poem with the exception of the "whistling Dixie" reference, which is slightly bumpy. It's a common phrase to me when you have such new things to say throughout. Very good though, especially the first two strophes.
LeBrozabout 16 years agoThis poem was mentioned in Wednesday's New Poems Reviews.<br>
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