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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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i. Staircase in an empty room. Windows bright squares of sunlight. Black lacquered rocking chair In the corner, spread fringes Of blanket covering the Open, empty door. ii. silent someone the heart of the problem a well worn ring and disposable income barely made her hand out again in lieu of flowers hype and vision stairs in an empty room conventional wisdom champagne dress with black beads thoughtful, almost inaudible a few minutes of that sunlight it tears you apart the world in replica cut and paste moon its conclusion in los angeles softened by the sun this sweet fantasy a mirror with shells surrounding iii. My husband can't keep his eyes off of me! They keep popping out of his head Due to a congenital birth defect. I keep coating his sclera in superglue But it doesn't seem to be doing any good (and his jaw drops to the floor). I'm happy as a lark. Happier, even, than the one on the road Lying in dried blood and livid flies. Ha, now there's a lark! The beautiful are vapid. The ugly are intelligent. The fat are jolly. And the thin are always cold. I love it when everything comes together In a nice, tight, neat, sweet little package. I really do. iv. It's not easy being different, Being labeled weird, The monarch told the viceroy. What do you do to keep your poisonous colors From being gawked at and chewed on, over? I'm a monarch, too, the viceroy replied. Brother, you got a long way to go. Just try not to congregate as you always do. It's like you enjoy drawing attention to yourself. But isn't that part of it? v. Smashed vase in an empty room. Footprints in dust marking someone's flight. Cracked broken glare Of the tv, its edges Covering inside electronics And your empty soul. |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
WHOA!!! I had to read this twice. Great work. All my love, Jeffrey |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I can do without the ''All my love,'' especially since I've never met you.  But thanks for reading, and for such an enthusiastic response.Mike |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Now Mike--how I have missed you! Another haunting pictorial...glad you're back...much love and applause to you...Karenanne |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
LOL at the above comment...you kill me BSQ ------------- It's not easy being different, Being labeled weird, The monarch told the viceroy. What do you do to keep your poisonous colors From being gawked at and chewed on, over? I'm a monarch, too, the viceroy replied. Brother, you got a long way to go. Just try not to congregate as you always do. It's like you enjoy drawing attention to yourself. But isn't that part of it? Smashed vase in an empty room. Footprints in dust marking someone's flight. Cracked broken glare Of the tv, its edges Covering inside electronics And your empty soul. --------------- your head must hurt from having to store that mind of yours *smile* you are so deep... very cool poem here...superb imagery... now let me read it thru your eyes...pleeese. Im curious to know your meaning of several parts of this...(part iii especially) let me walk around in that head of yours  I'll be gentle LOL later cool squirrel. jm |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Seren, I never left. It's just my poems drop off the charts very soon after they're posted. Ouch, feel the burn. I'm sure you missed a few. And like I said in my reply to the Preponderance of Love (cool title by the way), get your slug up and running. I miss salty e's!jm, Believe me, you don't want to go in my head. Of course, I say that having only been in mine, so I really don't have a comparison. Did that even make sense? Anyway, part three is me reading (and thinking up) a few cliches. They're used so often in advertisements ("My husband can't keep his eyes off of me!"/"I'm happy as a lark!" etc. etc.) I just wanted to point out their absurdity. Also, I kinda imagine part iii as being the ads flickering on the tv screen before its smashed in part v. To tell the truth, the poem was really a bunch of short poems I had written recently, and then, after adding on a part iv and v, it somehow fell together. There's a sort of story going on, and the mirroring of part i and part v are intentional.It's like this, as best I can figure it. i: A pretty empty space, right? But notice the door is open and empty. Someone must have just left. Otherwise, why would the door be open? ii: I'm embarrassed to admit this is actually just a bunch of phrases (with slight alterations) I pulled from various newspapers/wire copy/newsroom conversation. Somehow, they turned into a cohesive whole that tells the story of a woman who feels reaaaal shallow ("hype and vision"/"mirror surrounded by shells"), holding her hand out -- holding herself out -- in an empty room and trying to understand why she feels so empty. iii: Ads that flicker on the tv as she's trying to understand her hollow feelings. The cliches, hollow in themselves, just keep her back away from a deeper understanding. iv: She feels weird, different. She feels like she stands out and has no choice. Wouldn't it be better to just be the same as everyone else? Actually, my belief is conformity is just a quicker way at extinguishing yourself, dressing up your shell when it's really already too late -- you're dead. But she longs to be the same as everyone else, because she doesn't like what's inside her. v: again an empty room. But now the tv is smashed. She's run out of the house (or gone up the stairs -- and tt's not clear whether the dust in the room was tracked inside, or the room is always dusty). Hopefully, she smashed the tv because she realized it was just spewing garbage at her -- it won't help her realize who she is. Or maybe she just needed to lash out, and after a nap upstairs, she'll be ready to continue her hollow charade. It's up to you to decide. There. That's about as in-depth as I've ever gotten with my poetry. Feel special. Mike [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (edited 04-25-2000).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
butterfly slippers is MOST grateful...and trust me I do feel special... thank you for this!!! Its SO much COOLER thru your eyes... thanks for walking me thru that mind of yours. Id of gotten lost... your read on iv was most fascinating. I've noticed you are inspired often by the media and tv...all the images of life in the fast lane...but then you are out there under those Cali. stars... thanx for the interpretion. I owe ya *S* later, jm Well the sun sets gently on your shoulders And it makes me want to touch you there. And the light in your eyes makes me feel Like there's something much better out there Something kind... And I know someday I might be looking around Trying to find some purpose Well purpose it can't be that hard to find As long as I've got the wind... The wind and your love to carry me. vertical horizon |
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