this poem is going to end
so why bother with the pretty words
and imagery beyond the yellowing page
who needs the assonance
asinine and archaic
the syllables
the similes
the iambic pentameter hopping through the line
like a rabbit off a cliff
who needs the internal rhyme
the metonymy
the meter
the metaphor
the parallelism
knowing that this poem will end
keeps it from ever beginning
but now that it exists
it will haunt me forever
Monday, July 27, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
architecture
i want to build skyscrapers that don't scrape the sky
i want them pointed down into the earth
one hundred floors towards the mantle
i want a city of skyscrapers pointed towards the center of the world
dug out with holes around so out the windows you can see the dirt and worms
where passerby might fall and land on the top floor
a building where getting to the top is easier than leaving
skyscrapers that don't take you away from the world but into it
where you don't get to the top and think 'how small we all are'
but 'how large we all are'
and you think about how capable human beings are
how craftily we're pulling the green off the earth like shitty magicians,
yanking the thin veil of life off to reveal a ball of wasteland underneath
the top floor
where the stink sinks down to and the air is dense with the filth of people
where you drop a penny and it doesn't crush anything
skyscrapers facing the center of the earth
because fear of heights is fairly common
but fear of depths is epidemic
i want them pointed down into the earth
one hundred floors towards the mantle
i want a city of skyscrapers pointed towards the center of the world
dug out with holes around so out the windows you can see the dirt and worms
where passerby might fall and land on the top floor
a building where getting to the top is easier than leaving
skyscrapers that don't take you away from the world but into it
where you don't get to the top and think 'how small we all are'
but 'how large we all are'
and you think about how capable human beings are
how craftily we're pulling the green off the earth like shitty magicians,
yanking the thin veil of life off to reveal a ball of wasteland underneath
the top floor
where the stink sinks down to and the air is dense with the filth of people
where you drop a penny and it doesn't crush anything
skyscrapers facing the center of the earth
because fear of heights is fairly common
but fear of depths is epidemic
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
here
here
this is my entire life in a number of sentences
it has some shiny parts and some sharp parts and some soft parts
i've been making it for twenty eight years
and here it is
some of it goes on the internet
some of it gets watched through my window
some of it happens when i think no one's lookin
but this is the person i am
here are my hands
still have all my fingers
i use them for typing and strumming
these are my arms and they carry things
these are my legs and they carry me
this is my skinny stomach and chest
inside of them is what i ate and other important things
this is the face i wash in the shower and show to everyone i meet
your opinions are welcome
but when you're out for blood
this is my back
this is my entire life in a number of sentences
it has some shiny parts and some sharp parts and some soft parts
i've been making it for twenty eight years
and here it is
some of it goes on the internet
some of it gets watched through my window
some of it happens when i think no one's lookin
but this is the person i am
here are my hands
still have all my fingers
i use them for typing and strumming
these are my arms and they carry things
these are my legs and they carry me
this is my skinny stomach and chest
inside of them is what i ate and other important things
this is the face i wash in the shower and show to everyone i meet
your opinions are welcome
but when you're out for blood
this is my back
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