Genius, Pumpkin Lips
Situated fumbled-like bird with two down eyeballs would
World War II bomb her dastard, scourge ring explode like
A cherry bomb in the plastic alley. The passion laid gods mocking like a derelict
Leaf floating on Muck River. Could not behold her white-bread thighs without like a Torture Vogue Magazine girl
In limbo for its carnal, crank sins against Mr. God his own self, like raindrops from a drunk bastard cloud. Rant Alabam stuffing
Lautrec in his down café Rue de Such-and-Such-2-Franc-Whores Road, or Boulevard. Sporting a watch, too, her
Plastic box of cherry creamed cheese,
A chef slicing morbid onions, his ring, too,
Resembling chemical death. I do Vogue girls
Like pumpkin pies in the give-me-sex stores odd
On sale locally for point 99 gruesome cents.
Man, I like your stuff, I really do. It’s got that lovely jazzy rhythm to it which I find so appealing, so intoxicating. I’m not sure why, but it certainly reminds me of some beat era words (attitudes?), maybe not the poetry itself (as I’m certainly no expert on that period’s poetry, or any other for that matter!), but certainly the rhythm of it. Great stuff, brother.
Thanks so much again. Your kind response means much to me.
this kind of blows me away. how do you think like this?
Blows you away in a good way or a bad way?
totally good.
Oh, thank you so much. To answer you question: A writing teacher I had in college said the way you write is to at the world and describe it. I am very conscious of trying to this. I do other stuff, too, like use adjectives that are usually inappropriate, even screwy. I do this in part because–and this may not be the best of reasons–they sound good. I also use adjectives in a better way, maybe. I get them to be close to appropriate, close to making a point, and I like doing this too. I like to try to… Read more »
i have the opposite approach – very much interested in the reader easily following me in my poems – tho i do like to add twists and turns…
i could tell yours is not the random poetry one finds on many blogs. i knew you had a method, of sorts, which is to mess with all methods. it is compelling reading.
Thanks again, Mary. I look forward to reading your work.
(i just reblogged your umbrella photo, natch)
Thank (again) you so much.
p.s. my poetry can be found all over the place – i’m in a ton of literary journals. not bragging – just thinking they are maybe safe poems, nothing terribly memorable. i’ve taken a break from submitting, it all lost its appeal, yknow?
O Wow. Congratulations. I just receive stilted rejections
I know how things–writing things–can lose their appeal. I bop around between writing and photography, and the combo so far has kept okay.
oh crap tim, not a wow. turns out half the time i was writing just to please the editors. not a healthy reason.
but, on second thought, thanks – i’ve been lucky or i’ve been a real hard worker, or both. when i failed at getting a bookklength published is when i gave up. and the only way to get a booklength legitimately published is by winning one of the zillions of contests. emotionally (and financially) exhausting.
The way you express and expose desire is casual like the desired encounter, I suspect. I dig it. Your stuff reminds me of the straight version of my own words! On some level.
I gotta go to sleep, so I am not gonna compliment you anymore tonight, except this: I haven’t seen a whole lot of your work, but if it is as eloquent as your kind replies, it has got to be marvelous stuff.
Thank-you!