Sticks in the Dust

stick around friend-o

lets make us a fire

imagine some jokes

pretend like were speaking

profoundly on a red rock

from permanent flesh

picking bones from the dust

finding twigs for a fire

let us not worry

over what was funny last year

my darling my dear

we are still here

now

and the jokes still remain

black and imagined

secretly real

crass

and horribly funny

let us celebrate warmly

from our red rock

around our fire

let us celebrate warmly

that we are still here

in the flesh

as children do die

  (as part of the joke?)

--- it's f*****g cold outside

Reviews

[Tom Bombidail]

I get a post apocalypse feel from this.

[Davidgeo]

May I ask you to elaborate upon that?

[Tom Bombidail]

Sticks around a fire- survival
'Don't worry over what was funny last year' There's more important things to worry about

The jokes still remain, twisted and crass- what used to be there has been twisted into something akin to its former self. Society reemerging after some kind of horrible catastrophe.

We're still here- survivors

I may be taking your words too literally. It may be because I'm a part of the generation promised a dark dystopian wasteland instead of flying cars. It might even be because I've played Fallout in real life.

[Davidgeo]

I like that interpretation quite a bit. It's not exactly what I had in mind but it makes good sense. Thanks for elaborating, your interpretation was meaningful to me. The new Fallout, while graphically far superior, was not as good as 3 or New Vegas... in my opinion anyway. (i might not be as old as you think i am)

[Tom Bombidail]

I didn't mean the games when I said Fallout in real life.

[Davidgeo]

Ha... well, it works either way.

[Nipplegrinder]

This is good.
Nice and squirmy at the end.

[Davidgeo]

Thanks nips. Squirmy is more or less was I was going for.

[Nipplegrinder]

Ha! Squirmy is your MO, dude. You watching the game?

[Davidgeo]

Are you only pretending to be an American by any chance?

[Nipplegrinder]

Jesus. Whatever.

[Davidgeo]

Relax. Making small talk about sports on a poetry thread is kind of a waste to me. Passive aggressive insults are how I keep things on track. I'm simply not properly socialized nor do I have the patience to placate people. Football is one of my passions, I could talk for days on it... but I have absolutely no desire to do that on a poem about the flaws of industrialized society.

[Nipplegrinder]

Relax. You sound like Aaron Rodgers

[Davidgeo]

More like Bill Belichick.

[Nipplegrinder]

They need a team in the Bahamas.
I'm sure you're wealthy enough.

[Davidgeo]

Ha... I suppose I deserve that one.

[Nipplegrinder]

Yeah, asshat. I'm in St.Louis. I've been alive to watch two (2),
Two f*****g teams leave this city.

[Davidgeo]

You still got the Kurt Warner and Marshall Faulk glory years... but yeah, I feel you. St Louis is a really good sports town, passionate fans to say the least. I hope you also like baseball... that's one helluva franchise you got in the Cardinals. I'm from Chicago, until very recently you regularly made fools of every other team in the division. Also... you guys let Albert Pujos go at literally the perfect time; that's just, damn... incredible foresight. Maybe the patriots did the oppo by keeping Brady and trading Jimmy Garoppolo away for a 2nd round pick.

[Davidgeo]

The Rams are a not so dark horse super bowl contender right now by the way... if that makes you feel any worse.