" You have no real sense of meter,
your rhyming is non-existent
and you spell like a brat,
following no rules"
i didnt know i had to follow
any rules, 'cept the ones in my
head that represent limitation
"Well, you need to read up
on some of the more classic
Learn the Proper Etiquette !"
i have read more than a few lines
of that finer moem-age poem-age,
and if you want to write about why
roses are red on fine sheets of poet paper
with a fountain pen in the fashion of Kipling—
i will more likely write about how well Violet blew
over the top of a half empty jug of bourbon with
a ball point pen that skips more or less
in the style of Bukowski—
and then someone can say that
we had both written poems
about Colorful Flowers...
She is mathematics,
bare necessity in numbers
Curvature and roundness,
lies in the rise of her hips
A tanned half moon,
The fall equinox begins
in the shadow
of the small of her back
Night looms beyond, below
connecting beauty's dots
Her body reclines,
hand resting between waist
and hip, an impasse
Head at rest
held by soft hand.
beneath the shoulder blades
if this touch is nothing more than
rushing to embrace kin
or run your hand through her hair
as if your fingertips are magnets,
and all her thoughts follow along
if such a small thing
in the midst of celestial bodies
each on their slow decline
interfering, colliding in shadow
would turn us all into a lie
it is a good one
and I will tell it
We who wore tights to school
to wok in high heels
with a book on our heads
to never wear mascara
on our bottom lashes
red lipstick = harlot
red nails = *****
wearing jewelry = sinful
to be proper
to mind our manners
the three monkeys mantra
So we still
Go downtown in our good clothes
Wearing high heels carrying a matching bag
We have expensive taste
Reputations to uphold
All of that Indoctrination
Oh! The high heels of heartache!
How those cruel shoes constrained us
the worship of deities can uplift ones soul or contaminate and desolate it.
Ergo the thumb
I truly believe that Eliot
is working on his Ph.D
in Psychology, and we at HP
many fine poets and good peeps
along with a handful of miscreants
(Probably Trumpian Nazis if you ask me)
are simply a part of a hypothesis he
(That being Eliot, the aspiring Psychologist)
is testing to see how good and bad humans
interact in societal mediums (so sad)
though seems such an obvious outcome
does he (Eliot, I mean) really need
that silly down-turned ******* thumb
to become a man of lettered degree?
Seriously, seems kind of dumb, me thinks.
*This was in the notes:
Please, you fine scholars sitting on his dissertation committee, just give him his letters, or not, and tell him to move on with the silly thumb thingy. It's become such a bore, like those attention ****** who like to employee it.
Grow a sense of humor and get rid of the freakin' down-thumb, HP Police.
Inverted passages are those
fugitive words that scale the
margins of captivity to be
adopted by nomadic thinkers
who's willingness to accomodate
their chaotic disorder thus saving
them adversity is what brings you a
A lot of Irish people walk
with a strange gait, as if their
centre bolt has come adrift.
Some dogs, seem as though
their rear ends are indicating
to pass the front quarters.
***** have proven, that the
shortest distance between
two points, is a tangental line.
The most amazing of all, is, of
course, butterflies, they can't
think and skive at the same time!!