i've been trying to find an excuse to dip into concrete poetry. curse you for doing it first. and better.
love the twist of this too (pun intended... i do that.) how it starts out all 'lets all hold hands and sing kumbaya' and ends with ... communal shivving.
whatever that other poem was, it's totally jealous of this.
i've been trying to find an excuse to dip into concrete poetry. curse you for doing it first. and better.
love the twist of this too (pun intended... i do that.) how it starts out all 'lets all hold hands and sing kumbaya' and ends with ... communal shivving.
whatever that other poem was, it's totally jealous of this.
I don't know if it is just my demented mind, but I see a phallus here, not a shank...Seems we all are crying rape in some sense or another, as we bend over and bare our asses...I have to say, you have me thinking on this one...
Simple. Direct. Excellent. It is particularly fun to reread it numerous times using a different voice or placing alternate inflections on specific words each time.