whose words are like cancer
and candy squeezed up
into cellophane together
as one glistening pitched package
marketed to a
cavitied and chemo'ed
shopper in a
tidy book aisle
loose and funny at one with
tugging of strings inside a body
as thick and hard to cut as
piano wires
drenched and bloodied
from battle in guts
but leftover in the
freezer of some sadistic
mortician's heartstring collection
next to
his lopped heads and
rotted teeth
toe tags
stolen wedding bands of
rhinestoned delicacy
and gi dog chains
those words a
catalyst for such collections
as these
could make any
level-headed become
shining on like a
crazy diamond
could maybe end
anyone's futile striving for
world peace
seeing as turmoil
is the true
truth
and no one needed those
frozen heads
those rotted teeth
those items of non-necessity
after death
anyway
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
on poet justin.barrett
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4 brilliant remark(s):
who's justin.barrett and why does he have so many buttons?
good poem and j.b is a good poem too.
i'm flattered. i like the poem, but being a typical human i'd like any poem about me.
oh, and i'm a fabulous poem. you should really study my stanzas. attack my alliterations. caress my meter (okay, centimeter). :)
hah, I have read one of your poems before!
This one!
I linked over here from jb's blog back in August (August! Jesus you are slow!).
I believe if you find the blog entry of his where he mentions your poem about him you'll see my comment on how great the poem was and how honored jb should be and that, frankly, he doesn't deserve such praise.
Unless I put that in an email. Damn I can't remember.
nope. no sign of flattery, mr. fleming.
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