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on A dream of a fruit-gun by zodiac
11 Jan 2004, 6:52 PM
Get the hell outta here Zodiac! No. Nevermind. I'll show myself the door. Thank you.
it's awsome writing, but a little long-winded
I'm'a have tae try dat. Usually I scrunch t' feelings up into little balls and flick'm under t' couch, but me old mam she' alway getting on m' case about that so mayhap I'll try t'other. You stick 'm intae words, y'say? How d'ye go about it 'xactly? I bin wag'n me groin t'hole day since I read this post but I cain't get no feelin's t'come out in words. 'tall comes out as t'rollin' up stuff. Please let me know soon, I got quites t' mess here.
fucked up, like poems should be, this is a little too off for me
This is very strong poetry which not many people are capable of
middenHeap
replying on In the Waiting Room by Elizabeth Bishop by Princess_Snowflake
11 Jan 2004, 6:35 PM
but anyway, thank you for reminding me about this poet. She's pretty good. If you like her, you should check out Martha Hollander.
there will be no spawning here, satan.
This is a pome about cherry blossoms & beetles. Spawning just doesn't enter into it. There are no fish & no porn-site javascript. This is an orderly pome & so an unsuitable environment for spawntaneous sex acts.
is lucehfyr the feminist spelling of satan? are you a she-devil? Even if you tempt me for 40 days & nights I ain't taking my pants off. You'll have to go spawn with little_big_nose. Big refers to his actual nose, little refers to...well I'm sure you get the picture. He's an anti-christ, so the two of you should get along well together. And he's very good at spawning, with words. Oh wait, that was spewing. Well, of course, spawning generally does consist of a sort of spewing type behaviour. I'm sure he'd be good at it. I mean, when your metaphorical nose is so little in comparison to your real nose that you feel compelled to memorialize the contrast in your internet nickname, spewing is probably the only sort of spawning to which you have recourse.
Good night, she-satan. I wish you luck in your quest to find someone/thing to spawn with.
you'd asked what had been spawned... the answer to that, is everything
snowflake -- what the hell are you talking about?
When the thingy spawned inside you, what did it spawn with? I think a word is missing...
Is it appropriate to post other people's poetry on pomeranker? I don't think so, even if it's credited.
Once in Vancouver I was working late in my office on Main Street, and I heard two drunks arguing. Not unusual for 3am Sunday morning, but, bored & needing a break, I went to the window to watch. In the sodium light before the store selling motorized wheelchairs and colostomy bags two stocky swarthy men argued. They stood close, as close as lovers or as friends when they are drunk. They looked alike, the way life-long friends look alike, or like lovers, or brothers. Their arguing escalated, and then abruptly the one shoved the other. He stumbled backwards, slipped and fell into the plate glass window of the medical supply store. He slid flat to the sidewalk and lay still and his blood ran away from him down the wet sidewalk and onto the road. I called 911 and went downstairs. The paramedics came and worked on the unconscious man. The other man knelt beside him and wept, "My brother, my brother." Three policemen held him back so the paramedics could work. When they had pressure bandages in place they loaded him in the ambulance truck and drove away. The other was taken away in a police car. He curled up, foetal in the back seat, uncuffed. The blood had run all across the street and down the hill, black in the peach-coloured light, and a firetruck came in a few minutes to hose it away.
Now piss off.
lol, I think Spuna is my favourite pome of yours.
Spuna.
I like it. it's actually well written. Maybe, I'm jealous?
Absolutely, I actually have been enjoying your work today. I was just giving you 6's because I thought you were my mom. Long story... don't ask.
Maybe if I do I'll split it with ya and you can get out of "Da Ghetto"0
This is wack. Good, yeah. And pretty true. But wack subject matter. Sorry to sound so prudish. I really am. The sorry college-educated PC part of me wants to say you should badmouth white people a little too to even it out. Or if it's supposed to be ironic ('please mr. man') then make it more obvious. The rest of me says screw it, it's the internet. Let your free flag fly. Like I said, it's pretty true.
I suspected. I need to fire my muse. or myself. I'm not sure which.
Wow--who are you? And do you know they'll never let you publish stuff like this? The internet's the only place you can find good rhymes now. They *gestures OUT THERE* think we're crazy.