Weaned Weaver

Drunk-ish at 2 am

June 10, 2009 / 2:14 am

http://valvalval102.podbean.com/mf/web/bts7mt/WeanedWeaver.mp3

Two a.m., trying to time
The TV commercials, contest
Notice: No vampire poems, please.
Vodka's vicinity to vestal
Hands has happened
Too many times.
I imagine I imitate
Overworked, underpaid
Laborers, relearning the
Shape of sunset.
Just journal the jasmine
Smell, saying sin says
You yesed your way
West. Wonder why
Sister sounds sorry.
Girl got greedy, needy.
Never negotiated
For my feelings. Faded
Back into beige before
Shining in the sun. Salvage
What you want, why waste
Time trying to triumph?
Slip sideways silently.
Whisper.
They won't miss you.

Author's Note

Eh

Reviews

[Ama May Cooper]

Its a rather interesting piece... im not quite sure what it means but there's something almost destinticvily wrong with it inthe sense of occurance. Ive read it a few times in an attempt to gather from the jumble but all the same there is some sense gathered like passing thoughts. Of course no sense is actually made but, its almost like your trying to say something but your mind hasnt gripped the thought proberly .. i lke it alot

[solo2be]

Great poem. A nice break from the norm. The way it flows is amazing.

[Adam :P]

interesting, this one really kept me wondering and into the poem the whole way through, creative mind you got!

[Zane Kunning]

I love this. It's got multiple schisms that create almost what would be a shattered mirror effect. Kudos.

[BjH]

"Notice: No vampire poems, please"

G E N I U S

maybe i'm wrong but i think just about any reader could take something from this.

i like the downbeat mood. don't smile if you don't want to ValVal

[Hedra Helix]

THAT, is dope.