Monday, April 12, 2010

stool. lights. snaps. poetry.

Here's the intro to my 3 poem compilation that makes up my autobiography of my childhood. Wrote it for Adolescent Literature. I might include the 3 poems sometime, like when I get back my journal.

Summaries are
back flap of the book
jokester wiki article
sawdust in the engine
sound that a chick makes
cheap.

This is
glimpses of a
stranger
through the

gaps

of a passing train- train- train.

3 comments:

  1. um i love this.
    love love.

    especially the end. brilliant.

    don't chicks say "cheep?"
    or is this a play on words.
    explain.

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  2. i'm glad you appreciate it in its simplicity. it's one step above word vomit. but it's MY word vomit, and so i value it.

    it is a play on words. :)

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  3. okay, glad to know it was intentional.
    this is not word vomit. you thought about this. i can see it.
    I think it would be interesting if you cut out more the ending. maybe...

    this is
    glimpses of
    stranger
    through

    gaps

    of a passing train-train-train.

    to emphasize the brief moments of sight.
    i really love that visual though. brilliant.

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