Last thing I'm putting up for a while, I'll focus on reviews and finish my current ones. Minor formatting spacing, but I tried to avoid my typical experimental "flourishes".
edit: made some edits and revisions, smoothed areas out.
edit2: more edits, more revisions.
written 3/15/11
reposted 4/16/11
About Nothing
Carpenter! sell a fix
to construct crystal meth chairs &
Baudelaire bawdy blitzes in sentences
not lines ̶
̶ be the god
symbol, pleasing literati and
topple Ivory Towers with
dandelion flowers ̶
O' ̶ Carpenter! a critic-writer chained
in glorified, pretentious, deconstructionist exchange:
“things in life I do tell,
a metaphor helps spell reason
to show common unlearned readers,
whom never read and do not exist, but
all for a circle of critics, teachers and peers, I write
with spaces and sparse lines objectifying and neglecting,
picturing and expressing life I see, but cannot feel with
dead words, my specialty.
I have writ poetry~”
And critic-writer's pen ̶ a kitten's wet kiss published
snuffing visceral blood: politically correct censorship.
Read the lines & lines enjambing lines and
leading to lines depicting, skimming pictures
never questioned but needing questions by the camera,
only to be advised to snap and spray away
and each time read
seem to die more, being silenced,
writing about themselves
feeling nothing.
And let's call it post-modern poetry:
Fresh, light, academic sliced bread.
Gender:
Points: 7386
Reviews: 159