poetry slap
Feb. 9th, 2004 11:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanwhich is much less harsh than a poetry slam, natch.
I can't help it. I get into Moods. And when I Mood, I Verse. And then it only gets Werse. *wince* Haiku is my preferred weapon, but I had a side helping of Cicardi with my Frost, Levertov and William Carlos Williams as a child, and as you can see I'm not afraid to doggerel or pun, either.
Come one, come all. Bring your good verse, your bad verse, your heartfelt and your snarky verse. You have nothing to lose but your dignity, and hey, if we all do this together...
No grading, no voting. No rules, regs or poetry police. Just having fun and stretching a little. I want to see something from everyone -- yes, everyone. I see you in the corner there. Come on, come out!
What? You want me to go first?
All right.
You turned once to say
Something, I’ve forgotten what;
I regret that now.
I can't help it. I get into Moods. And when I Mood, I Verse. And then it only gets Werse. *wince* Haiku is my preferred weapon, but I had a side helping of Cicardi with my Frost, Levertov and William Carlos Williams as a child, and as you can see I'm not afraid to doggerel or pun, either.
Come one, come all. Bring your good verse, your bad verse, your heartfelt and your snarky verse. You have nothing to lose but your dignity, and hey, if we all do this together...
No grading, no voting. No rules, regs or poetry police. Just having fun and stretching a little. I want to see something from everyone -- yes, everyone. I see you in the corner there. Come on, come out!
What? You want me to go first?
All right.
You turned once to say
Something, I’ve forgotten what;
I regret that now.
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Date: 2004-02-10 08:05 am (UTC)ducks fly alongside
my car as we cross the bridge
monday commuting
As an alternate, I offer more of the kind of thing I generally write when I write poetry. No one's seen this except my workshop. Warning--some adult language:
A Word about Brothel-Banning in Pahrump, Nevada
Where, exactly, do you get off
telling me
where I should go get off?
My people have been here for three generations,
generating cash and business and taxes for the schools,
settin' up the Brothel Museum of Nevada and the youth sports fund,
payin' their license fees and keepin' quiet.
You want to spread your subdivisions
over this land like the rash on an illegal hooker's be-hind.
But where've you been?
Out in your fancy, foreign, four-wheel drives
road-hoggin' Orange County freeways.
You can afford twenty dark, secret, city blocks
of stick-thin, mini-skirted vulturines
pickin' bones off the street and spreadin' sickness
like rats and pigeons.
It costs you nothing out there
with your fine-trimmed lawns and your desert sprinkler systems.
You don't see it; you forget it
until you want to gentrify.
What you see now are billboards on the Interstate,
one cluster of anonymous buildings a mile out of town.
You don't have to answer every question your kids ask.
You just tell 'em those are good citizens,
fine people,
payin' their license fees and keepin' quiet.
If I want a warm, soft body on a cold Nevada night,
someone I can spank or kiss or fuck or just play cards with,
well,
that's my business
and their business
and it's none of yours.
Re:
Date: 2004-02-10 08:42 am (UTC)*applause* (for everyone... and encouragement for those who haven't come out of the shadows just yet...)
Re:
Date: 2004-02-10 10:08 am (UTC)Almost inspires me to do more poetry. If I wasn't at work.
Re:
Date: 2004-02-10 11:20 am (UTC)The cathedral sits alone
Germany again