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Post by Laura on Aug 15, 2006 17:32:16 GMT -6
A/N: what do you think of this weird spontaneous ramble jam? It's messed.
Midnight Sun in AP-REE-COT
ghostly white shining bright in the decay of the moonlight i see a smile somewhere far it's nature now begging for fall
trapping jesus- susan on the backside backstreet give her hands an old brown penny 'cause she'll do any- thing for money
sky is changing resemblance fading into a vortex of a mind that's blanking out there a woman calls shelter no longer lives in here
we please pipers stuck in chimneys ask you please you dance in the nude still no shoes
broken chandelier ten times the fear gaining speed on my elephant's tear somewhere far a baby's shot the blood is death rolling to rot
trapping jesus susan find her on the backside backstreet give her smiles give her a penny no movement left in her girly presence
trap trap trapping.................................................... ......................................JESUS.
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Post by thecrazybeautiful on Aug 18, 2006 7:31:55 GMT -6
I read this the other day, by my head wasn't on straight, and I wasn't up to thinking. I actually felt that I could make sense of the weirdness of it, now I've just settled on liking the weirdness It's like random rhyme, random images, and yet it still seems to make me happy while reading it. "give her smiles give her a penny no movement left in her girly presence" I like that.
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Post by Only Me on Oct 24, 2006 12:16:18 GMT -6
I love how each line is a new sentence, a new thought, but they are also the same thoughts as the previous line... like you are using a word twice without using it twice... ok. that makes sense to me but my head hasn't been on straight for a long time... heres an example of what I mean...
"we please pipers stuck in chimneys" Its two separate lines/ thoughts... "We please" and "Pipers stuck in chimneys" but it is also one complete thought... "We please pipers stuck in chimneys" I love it when poetry does that.
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