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ITT: ambitious intention of a poetry journal
Chake99
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I got my daily poetry thread attempt to survive for a while, and then I slowed up and the forums ate the thread.
This probably won't be daily until exams end, then I intend to make it so, at least for the holidays.
Without further ado, the entry #1. It's kind of disjointed, but I felt compelled to write it. And I think having this thread would be good for future production. As always all C&C welcome.
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no snowboots
so I stomp the frosted sidewalk
with my summer job steel toes
past midnight
several familiar city blocks from home
face numb from cold
my lips still sore from her eager mouth
eyes still burning from the vision
of her naked body
the gentle street lamps illumine the well known way
past the sleeping storefronts and anonymous houses
and the dark sky
vast beyond the glow of my small city
smiles wider than than the ocean
and nothing is missing.
This probably won't be daily until exams end, then I intend to make it so, at least for the holidays.
Without further ado, the entry #1. It's kind of disjointed, but I felt compelled to write it. And I think having this thread would be good for future production. As always all C&C welcome.
_____________________________
no snowboots
so I stomp the frosted sidewalk
with my summer job steel toes
past midnight
several familiar city blocks from home
face numb from cold
my lips still sore from her eager mouth
eyes still burning from the vision
of her naked body
the gentle street lamps illumine the well known way
past the sleeping storefronts and anonymous houses
and the dark sky
vast beyond the glow of my small city
smiles wider than than the ocean
and nothing is missing.
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Hic Rhodus, Hic Salta.
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than quicksand. Naked trees claw
the clouds loudly
Luckily, one of the poems he wrote in a day was Childe Roland.
A quickly written redemption attempt:
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the blue prints were deliberately perfect
but now time for drastic action
the machinery sputters and chokes, spastic
It would be impossible to delineate exactly what I lack
but I've got a transistor stuffed skull, ordered by synchronous stack
timed by the rubbing of my iris against my dry eyelid's back
Damnit.
Laundry list interrupt cut to Toronto winter weather
The thermometer indicating a different planet
where meaty furnaces bandaged by brand names
shuffle across the exotic concrete and
crystallized dihydrogen monoxide
and into the particularly hungry subway tunnels
and heated shops.
Fuck them all.
My fist as numb as another man's hand
If I decide to forgo decent schemes of rhyming
and make a last stand
it seems I'll be forced to do so on someone else's land.
And all I can apprehend are equally unimportant
yet profoundly unkind features of circumstance
But it doesn't matter
Cause it's time to goddamn captain action fantastic
tshirt in winter, muscles bulging like plastic
eyes like an eagle, dick as large as a beagle
as I action hero protagonist my way across campus