Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
removed.polaroid-scrabblePoems
/                  o'keefe music foundation's    kids cover 46 & 2 by tool... just a reiteration of the bass guitar...     subtle weaver of rhythm - at first signature, pronounced -    suddenly deviating into a murmur,   allowing drums and rhythm guitar    a play on the ears... then deviating again: playing hide & seek within the confines of other instruments... and then merging with drums in synch. making it undeniably: "lost"...    and then re-appearing again, lost in every crescendo that's not exactly a crescendo, but a chorus... and then back into the verse, or rhythm section, and then the bass re-appearing once more... ****      26+ years in england, and, could this be my first encounter with an englishwoman?     that stealth quasi-whore **** cockney accent in these outskirts of exaggerated london?! 26+ years, or 25+ if you count a crush on samantha, curly burnt blonde,    or danielle...             screaming after me:               run rabbit! run! i'm such a heartbreak when it comes to the littlest of expressions of affection...    the more fleeting the expression the more i remind myself to take root...                  but 26+ years to be given affection by an englishwoman?! katie has been, only the 2nd woman in some dire need to play with my beard...                       alas, the first was my grandmother...                   so what the **** was i doing for the past 26+ years... when all that **** was happening in rotherham?!                                 huh?! oh... right...        i'm not actually english -   but sure as **** i'll not    (a) deviate from perfecting this tongue, and    (b) nie zapomne tego, z którym             sie urodziłem. p.s.    there actually are orthographic       jokes when it comes to polish graffiti. tug a goat by the beard...    tug a goat by the beard...        a beard?     it's like ***** hair, but on your face! ah katie katie...   your skin as the gallery of tattoos...    the three **** ribbons intimidating french tights...    that enveloping eye in high detail...           those chemical puddle coloured fish scales on your left arm's tip of hiding        the shoulder, and blade... 26+ years for this sort of conversation?!   **** me... what was i doing not "finishing up" in rotherham?! i guess constant copper, is not worth the brighton tan...             ah katie katie katie... catherine, my dear...                          look at how much you gave, and how little i have to reply with.
0
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
katie revisited: rhythm equalißer
/                  o'keefe music foundation's    kids cover 46 & 2 by tool... just a reiteration of the bass guitar...     subtle weaver of rhythm - at first signature, pronounced -    suddenly deviating into a murmur,   allowing drums and rhythm guitar    a play on the ears... then deviating again: playing hide & seek within the confines of other instruments... and then merging with drums in synch. making it undeniably: "lost"...    and then re-appearing again, lost in every crescendo that's not exactly a crescendo, but a chorus... and then back into the verse, or rhythm section, and then the bass re-appearing once more... ****      26+ years in england, and, could this be my first encounter with an englishwoman?     that stealth quasi-whore **** cockney accent in these outskirts of exaggerated london?! 26+ years, or 25+ if you count a crush on samantha, curly burnt blonde,    or danielle...             screaming after me:               run rabbit! run! i'm such a heartbreak when it comes to the littlest of expressions of affection...    the more fleeting the expression the more i remind myself to take root...                  but 26+ years to be given affection by an englishwoman?! katie has been, only the 2nd woman in some dire need to play with my beard...                       alas, the first was my grandmother...                   so what the **** was i doing for the past 26+ years... when all that **** was happening in rotherham?!                                 huh?! oh... right...        i'm not actually english -   but sure as **** i'll not    (a) deviate from perfecting this tongue, and    (b) nie zapomne tego, z którym             sie urodziłem. p.s.    there actually are orthographic       jokes when it comes to polish graffiti. tug a goat by the beard...    tug a goat by the beard...        a beard?     it's like ***** hair, but on your face! ah katie katie...   your skin as the gallery of tattoos...    the three **** ribbons intimidating french tights...    that enveloping eye in high detail...           those chemical puddle coloured fish scales on your left arm's tip of hiding        the shoulder, and blade... 26+ years for this sort of conversation?!   **** me... what was i doing not "finishing up" in rotherham?! i guess constant copper, is not worth the brighton tan...             ah katie katie katie... catherine, my dear...                          look at how much you gave, and how little i have to reply with.
Written by
removed.polaroid-scrabble
36/M
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem