I have my hands
In baskets you've
Never heard of
And for the milli-
Second it took
Me to jump from
This conclusion
To that solution
You felt dead inside.
I can't build bridges
From recycled rose
Bushes and to expect
Roads of gold is both
Expected and respected.
You ration emotion as if
Insurance form half-life
Calculations hang in the
Balance. Jennifer Lopez's
A*s isn't such a big deal
Anymore. I heard you
Still have that picture
Of me. I'm a flash-drive
Memory.
the first part is so wonderful, and i mean full of wonder. it kind of knocked me over except i was sitting down. the baskets and jumping, we are literally there with you, trying to make sense of it all and then the word "dead" appears, and this lovely field we are in turns dark.
we see that emotions are cold and hard, metal. and the dream is gone.
dorothy is disenchanted.
I like your style and enjoyed reading this poem! I loved "You ration emotion as if / Insurance form half-life / Calculations hang in the / Balance". First stanza was very intellectual, and I really liked that, we as readers were right there with you.
You are a pop culture iconoclast. Every word resonates and has meaning in this. It makes me sad and fills me with laughter at the same time. And you use symbolism I wish I thought of first: "I'm a flash-drive memory". You would think this would make me angry...or at least irritated but it just makes me enjoy your work even more.
the first part is so wonderful, and i mean full of wonder. it kind of knocked me over except i was sitting down. the baskets and jumping, we are literally there with you, trying to make sense of it all and then the word "dead" appears, and this lovely field we are in turns dark.
we see that emotions are cold and hard, metal. and the dream is gone.
dorothy is disenchanted.
Poem is very good. Each line with a purpose. So many lines stood out. The last line made the poem complete. A fun poem to be able to read. A outstanding poem.
Coyote
Don't email me and demand I read and review your work. It's bizarre.
Wake me if you like me,
Wake me if you want me,
Wake me if you need another poem.
L'original style, au-del du blah bla.. more..