May 2020
LET'S FACE FACTS
The mind is like a sponge
absorbing the spilt ketchup
of the moment gone
horribly wrong.
Or if one were
to rub two atoms together
they would burst
instantly into a poem.
Or
not.
Words go to jail if
they fail to capture
the state of mind
of the person who
believed writing was merely
putting pen to paper.
The writing untangles itself
and word for word reenters
the tip of
the pen.
The brain is made from
papier mache
but can be cast in bronze
or set in stone.
Some people don't even know
they are host to a brain.
A man whose name escapes
me now
but was an anagram
for toilets
cried that he could connect
"nothing with nothing."
I envied him and
was jealous of his seeing.
**** my doppelgänger who
autocorrects everything I
(dognapper leg
engorged palp
glopped anger
"Grapple Ogden!")
have strived to
manifest here.
I am an atom short
of a universe.
**
Yet another "thing" brought forth from me by or rather cast out of me by the wonderful Kim Moore at her Cheltenham Poetry Festival writing workshop. Don't even ask! It was to get us to write and write I did and this...is...eh...what came up! Jaysus!
It was a 7min. exercise...just write with no taking the pen off the paper hence when I stalled I started anagraming the word doppelgänger in order to keep the words coming. And as it was my doppelgänger who was shapeshifting all I was saying I thought it was only poetic justice that doppelgänger itself should be the word to get anagramed...serve it ****** well right.
The mind is like a sponge
absorbing the spilt ketchup
of the moment gone
horribly wrong.
Or if one were
to rub two atoms together
they would burst
instantly into a poem.
Or
not.
Words go to jail if
they fail to capture
the state of mind
of the person who
believed writing was merely
putting pen to paper.
The writing untangles itself
and word for word reenters
the tip of
the pen.
The brain is made from
papier mache
but can be cast in bronze
or set in stone.
Some people don't even know
they are host to a brain.
A man whose name escapes
me now
but was an anagram
for toilets
cried that he could connect
"nothing with nothing."
I envied him and
was jealous of his seeing.
**** my doppelgänger who
autocorrects everything I
(dognapper leg
engorged palp
glopped anger
"Grapple Ogden!")
have strived to
manifest here.
I am an atom short
of a universe.
**
Yet another "thing" brought forth from me by or rather cast out of me by the wonderful Kim Moore at her Cheltenham Poetry Festival writing workshop. Don't even ask! It was to get us to write and write I did and this...is...eh...what came up! Jaysus!
It was a 7min. exercise...just write with no taking the pen off the paper hence when I stalled I started anagraming the word doppelgänger in order to keep the words coming. And as it was my doppelgänger who was shapeshifting all I was saying I thought it was only poetic justice that doppelgänger itself should be the word to get anagramed...serve it ****** well right.
