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"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music." - Nietzsche
I like to write haikus. On twitter and tumblr: https://twitter.com/#!/HIGHQUEUEMIN http://highqueuemin.tumblr.com/
Poems
Riz Mack
Oct 2023
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
you are currently position number 1 in the queue
maybella snow Jun 2013
~ queue life story ~
maybella snow
Jun 2013
its a funny feeling;
or lack thereof
when you finally realize
[queue dramatic music]
you don't care
you don't give a ****
nor does anyone else
[queue lights]
and yet,
you feel as though
you maybe should
[queue curtain open]
so you act.
you pretend to be someone
who you know isn't real
[queue 1st actor]
a fake person.
in a pretend body
being who they aren't
[queue 2nd, 3rd, 4th actor/actress]
only because,
the pressures get to you
with everyone else pretending too
[queue light dimming]
you change,
feel like its normal
to hide who you really are
[queue actors/actresses leave]
someone who:
really doesn't care
truthfully doesn't give a ****
*[queue curtain close]
or lack thereof
when you finally realize
[queue dramatic music]
you don't care
you don't give a ****
nor does anyone else
[queue lights]
and yet,
you feel as though
you maybe should
[queue curtain open]
so you act.
you pretend to be someone
who you know isn't real
[queue 1st actor]
a fake person.
in a pretend body
being who they aren't
[queue 2nd, 3rd, 4th actor/actress]
only because,
the pressures get to you
with everyone else pretending too
[queue light dimming]
you change,
feel like its normal
to hide who you really are
[queue actors/actresses leave]
someone who:
really doesn't care
truthfully doesn't give a ****
*[queue curtain close]
John Edward Smallshaw May 2015
Finding Namor
John Edward Smallshaw
May 2015
I never knew what it was that I wanted, but now I do,
to queue, to queue, to stand in a queue waiting quietly for you and as the queue snakes it breaks and reforms and takes the form of a snake and the best bit is where the start of it disappears into the end.
As I bend and writhe the snake comes alive spitting but missing hissing and hitting the mark, in the dark you can't see who's in the queue, but you hear them,
old men, young men, men when the ale house turns out and lots of females too join the queue, I can sense them among the old and the young men, their perfume leaves little room for doubt.
And who knows where the queue goes, but we queue anyway, one day we'll queue our life away and
I'll be in the queue for that.
to queue, to queue, to stand in a queue waiting quietly for you and as the queue snakes it breaks and reforms and takes the form of a snake and the best bit is where the start of it disappears into the end.
As I bend and writhe the snake comes alive spitting but missing hissing and hitting the mark, in the dark you can't see who's in the queue, but you hear them,
old men, young men, men when the ale house turns out and lots of females too join the queue, I can sense them among the old and the young men, their perfume leaves little room for doubt.
And who knows where the queue goes, but we queue anyway, one day we'll queue our life away and
I'll be in the queue for that.