poemranker ::Replying

ReplyTo a comment on Paris, 1934 by Fear of Garbage.

Goad23 Jan 2005

jesus you are ungodly. I hate you you presumptious fucking little git.

cleverly overloaded words, syncopation with sibillants in opposition to b's and k's, impeccable rhyming, tantalizing inner rhymes. deliberate odd word combinations that force the mind to construct images and meaning that soars beyond the sparse construction. This is how I used to imagine writing (when I was young and gave a fuck) but never actually could.

I hate you I hate you I hate you.

P.S. Never stop writing.