GI100 Book #2...random attempts at poetry. |
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A second attempt at "Give It 100!" ![]() These are just rough sketches and ideas that are barely a little more rounded-out...they're not perfect but they're gonna be good enough to share here at least. Your comments, support, and words of encouragement will be greatly appreciated! |
7-3-17 too many people too many people hiding in plain sight hiding in plain fright unaware what's happening surroundings surrounders radar under radar the inmate and the guard i am throwing bilateral darts too many people too many people under siege out of control in demand of control hand to hand to hand combat at war i am watching faithlessly fake news plainspoken lie = truth time demands time unreciprocated too many people too many people here |
7-4-17 When catastrophe explodes into something so meaningless that you'd rather give up than explain, laugh. Maybe I will feel your pain. Even when you're lost, you're still somewhere. I... I swear I've seen this before. All you wanted was the golden sun, but by the time you made it ashore you were all hands and no arms... a burning mess of liquid smoke. You couldn't swim so you thought it'd be safer to float. Like a cannonball parallel you became collateral, and I... I swear I've seen this before. I was the carnival above the norm; the calm to your overboard. The burning ship in your brainstorm. Maybe it's better to laugh than explain. Maybe then I'll feel your pain. |
7-4-17 Is your map fluent in the psychology of local weather? I can translate clouds and tear apart monuments but do you read as much as you pollute? On the pitied day the world colludes to drain your sea, what used plastics will clog the light? Can the water wind its words down and ess-curving to a useful evaporation? I've come with a rake for the cleanup; I may have gotten ahead of myself, or perhaps I didn't overthink enough. |
7-4-17 What's the fascination with used collections for? Who, and I don't know where to begin, except you. The missing word in an overutilized and underlooked art of some everythings. |