Saturday, January 22, 2005

  • sympathy come guised as rare prime,
       chance squinty conversation;
          fettuccini-slurping, somehow-pursed
              harelip.
    precise placesettings
       induce smile-provoking corporate credit cards
       and brisker walks than
          "put that down goddammit and eat your sprouts"
          "i'll wipe that pout..."
          "...give you something to cry about."
       coming-across-the-dining-room strides.
    the dorm's down payment: her
       ass yet to sag,
          a scratch ticket tossing out canaries
          and cherries,
             sliding down off of red velvet
             cream cheese frosting perch.
    sweet sixteen wheels on
       half-price employee lunches,
          comped salad bars, leftover crab legs,
             pushbroom vodka tonic
             bristles,
             but lets the hand lie and there's
                jail bail, take-home styrofoam coffins...

    and meager inheritence: flowers, on
       entombment anniversary,
    uncalloused hands placed from an apronless waist.

Comments (10)

  • renaissancegirl4
    Talking to you made your poetry make a lot more sense. Not that it didn't make sense before but .. I feel like it has another layer now. Thank you.
  • fizzbee

    damn. SOME imagery that!
    ..and the guy in the profile picture has donned which guise?

  • TheGirlinPink912
    i guess checking up on you doesn't mean much to you.


    I won't do it anymore.
  • BiblesEatBabies

    "i'll wipe that pout..."
          "...give you something to cry about."
    haha, i like that one.

    ^^ someone seems a little mad. oooooooo  dramaaaaaa!

    LoL

    talk to ya later.

    ~megs

  • anth0nyc
    mmmm fettucini...
  • BOOOOYA
    Niinja, you're busted man.

    I left the following comment for you on ThePOC.

    ********* Comment *********

    Howdy Skitchman. I have recorded your answers to The Game of Life.

    Now that you mention it, you know who Else is not following the rules??

    CrimsonNinja. Last night when I was entering all the stuff into my Psychic spreadsheet I noticed that Ninja only gave us answers for the Randomness portion of the game but he did not select any character traits. He tried to be slick by distracting us with his SesameStreet chicanery but I caught him.

    Ninja, what are the three positive, negative and ambiguous character traits that best define you?


    -BOOOOYA!
  • BOOOOYA
    Ninja my man, I just noticed Marlene, TheGirlinPink...

    Dude, she's a cutie. I would love for her to check up on me. What are you doing you madman? Get on it!

    -BOOOOYA!
  • Daffodilious
    There's a song by Tom Waits called The Ghost of Saturday Night, and a few lyrics that go As he dreams of a waitress with maxwell house eyes And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.  I dunno, this poem reminded me of that style of writing.  Mixing the sensory perceptions, so as to capture the feeling but confuse the reader by relying on that, but not really if the reader just reads the poem and feels it instead of thinking about it?  How's that for a bunch of mumbo jumbo analysis?!  Alright then.
  • LonelyLittleChic
    Again, I begin this journey tomorrow, yet mine will be with the apron.  This makes it all seem so life-wasting.
  • UnsungVillain
    I always thought it was spelled "hairlip"

    it makes way more sense the other way.
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