sestina

sestina

A Poem by Chris

  I love to eat a loaded potato

 

After shooting my guns

 

Through a bunch of bottles made of glass

 

Then I grab some chicken

 

I eat while I drive my car

 

There are designs drawn on my car with marker

 

 

  I draw pictures with my marker

 

As I eat my loaded potato

 

I walk out to my car

 

To get my guns

 

And the box of chicken

 

I walk in and grab my glass

 

 

  I look at all my knives and swords behind the glass

 

I throw my marker

 

Finish eating my chicken

 

Throw away the remains of my loaded potato

 

Clean all my guns

 

Walk out to my car

 

 

  Wash the car

 

Clean the inside glass

 

Put away my guns

 

Pick up a new marker

 

Make another loaded potato

 

Cut up some chicken

 

 

  I walk out to feed my chicken

 

Walk passed my car

 

Water the plants of potato

 

Walk in passed the case made of glass

 

Pick up a marker

 

And draw pictures of guns

 

 

  Hang up the picture on the wall above my guns

 

Eat my fried chicken

 

Put away the marker

 

Look at the drawings of a car

 

Take a drink from my glass

 

And finish my potato

 

 

  I go out and shoot a marker with one of my guns

 

Pick a up a rip potato and feed the chicken

 

Walk passed my car with the shiny glass

© 2010 Chris


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it's more than apparent that you have put some deep thought and effort into this form~ it is incredible how the placement of words shift everything around within the body of each stanza~ I don't think I've ever seen anything quite of this extraordinary range~ exotic and alluring form~ I felt like I was spun around and around in a Quentin Tarrantino flick~ love it!

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it's more than apparent that you have put some deep thought and effort into this form~ it is incredible how the placement of words shift everything around within the body of each stanza~ I don't think I've ever seen anything quite of this extraordinary range~ exotic and alluring form~ I felt like I was spun around and around in a Quentin Tarrantino flick~ love it!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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