Grad School Mixer

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Pleather pants
Seldom ride on the asses
Of girls who wear glasses
But
I'm the proud exception to many a rule.

Life's full of surprises
Like a bad burrito
The Oort Cloud
Or an offshore bank account
And I'm just one of them.

You seem to me to be searching
Searching to reverse the decline of our culture
Searching for a French movie where shit blows up
Searching the Ovaltine can for
All of life's answers.

Well, you can find all that and more.
But look, them's hazelnuts in this
Chocolate ice cream
See, sometimes life just throws these little
Pleasures at you, and such a pleasure am
I.

You weren't expecting a girl who wears glasses
And hip-hugging pleather, now were you?
And you haven't even come over here to ask me
Whether I agree with Hobbes or Locke or
Whether I'd like to see the new Godard?

C'mon . . . .

I'm a dirty snowball hurtling towards your mouth
Even if it takes seventy years
To make an impact
And all you gotta do is
Turn this way, look in my
Eyes, open and give me a taste.
Just get in my way.

No? Whatevs. I'm the
Dead battery sitting
In your smoke detector
So go on then
Don't come over here and give me
A poke, just to find out
How lively I am.

I'll just sit and wait, patient and
Unheeded. Go on with your business:
You'll wake up sooner or later.

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 13 years ago
blitha

blatha, cova me n latha, this is one dumb ass attempt at poetry

buttersbuttersalmost 13 years ago
perhaps

this could even lose 'open and give me a taste'?

C'mon . . . .

I'm a dirty snowball hurtling towards your mouth

Even if it takes seventy years

To make an impact

And all you gotta do is

Turn this way, look in my

Eyes, just

Get in my way.

buttersbuttersalmost 13 years ago
with this all the way

till the final lines. they seemed superfluous, the write ending more naturally (for me) back at 'just get in my way'. trouble is, i also liked the lines directly after that, their imagery, too... i just felt a natural ending to that piece where i pointed out. perhaps it's because it leaves on a more hopeful note than the negativity that follows, making it even more dynamic a write.

live4passionlive4passionalmost 13 years ago
it don't wear thin

It's like you take one idea and relentlessly underline it.. Over and over and over with the most incongruent barrage of images left right and center and..

the paper never wears thin lol

Works great for me. Loved all three pieces you have just posted.

ishtatishtatalmost 13 years ago

This is the best of your 3 today, You share a characteristic with bogus. Like him there are elements that one could pick on and quibble about but I end up thinking WTF. V.

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