Evol evlove

by DeusExMachina

Published August 20, 2011

one day the kids will say:
that old man bagged twenty kittens
driving non-stop from club to ho-
tells, an urban myth; they put him away for life,
out here where all the men are queer

____and chicks turn up daily for adopted animals,
____like cold fish anonymous shelters

to see Alcatraz: imagine,
an island like a severed breast;
you are a teenage boy with a boner,
but you can never touch
or look
away.

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StoryWeaver13
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StoryWeaver13 wrote a review Review · Aug 20, 2011

This was kind of an interesting poem, though I do think it could be improved with minor tweaks here and there. In general, though, I found this really interesting and it made me think. Inkwell pointed out a few bits such as "ho-tell," and on most of those I do agree. Nonetheless, I didn't find anything "gimmicky" about this. To each his own, I suppose?
Keep writing,
StoryWeaver

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inkwell
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inkwell wrote a review Review · Aug 20, 2011

This poem is all over the place. It's interesting but only gets good in the last stanza.

The title itself prepares the reader for a forced poem. I get that "evol" is "love" backwards but the title seems like a gimmick to get people to click it. The fact that it worked on me doesn't validate it.

"hotel" is spelled with one "l" unless your attempting to add "tell" into a word already manipulated to read as "ho" which simply is a bit too much and falls in the category of gimmick. Yes, there are a lot of gays in San Fran but what is the point in randomly asserting that so plainly? Your underscores are off-color and those two stanzas are a derailment from whatever kind of subject you were trying to write about. Then comes a more cohesive stanza. One with a cohesive tone, subject, figurative language, imagery, and so on. That stanza shows promise.



I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good... then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor - such is my idea of happiness.
— Leo Tolstoy