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Chip McFlenniganChip McFlennigan Posts: 1,162
edited November 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
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I knew it all along, see?
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  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    johnny america wrote:
    poet's magic pen
    they asked

    who asked? poet
    heard nothing of it

    poet's magic pen exists in his pocket and in her heart and in their cabinets
    together
    and in museums and in libraries and in banks and in winterized pools

    and in a dimly-lit bar

    he sits, pondering

    poet's magic pen
    able to draw almost anything
    his heart, her pocket, green paper

    gleaming diamond trashcans
    sunlit paper politician
    closet full of closing doors
    stealthy ladder to dinner
    cruise ship in a puddle
    dying pilot of the warehouse
    tiles made of moving cloud trapped in kitchen with view of ocean or trees or caves

    beautiful south jersey
    hideous south jersey
    old brick buildings of new jersey
    poet's mystical pen may draw these
    he said

    sometimes without knowing

    may draw landscapes remembered tho' never seen
    may draw horse-drawn carriage on christmas eve
    may draw, may win, may lose, will not care

    poet's pen may draw anything, it seems
    anything but a crowd

    Excellent
    but why not a crowd

    why not try
    a crowd

    Oh I get it
    nevermind

    Excellent plus 1
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    johnny america wrote:
    poet's magic pen
    they asked

    who asked? poet
    heard nothing of it

    poet's magic pen exists in his pocket and in her heart and in their cabinets
    together
    and in museums and in libraries and in banks and in winterized pools

    and in a dimly-lit bar

    he sits, pondering

    poet's magic pen
    able to draw almost anything
    his heart, her pocket, green paper

    gleaming diamond trashcans
    sunlit paper politician
    closet full of closing doors
    stealthy ladder to dinner
    cruise ship in a puddle
    dying pilot of the warehouse
    tiles made of moving cloud trapped in kitchen with view of ocean or trees or caves

    beautiful south jersey
    hideous south jersey
    old brick buildings of new jersey
    poet's mystical pen may draw these
    he said

    sometimes without knowing

    may draw landscapes remembered tho' never seen
    may draw horse-drawn carriage on christmas eve
    may draw, may win, may lose, will not care

    poet's pen may draw anything, it seems
    anything but a crowd


    Great! I enjoy your magic pen a lot
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    love it
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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