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Yellow
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Think you're going to puke if you read one more bad poem?
...I do...
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...I do...
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It's all yellow.
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The poem puked a boulder back to let that Yellow know
but nice people sw****w
Just wondering if you feel better.
oh forgive me for verging off the necessary...
i must be the first
OK... instead of "necessary", how about inappropriate, unwelcomed, and devoid of value?
listen, i'm not saying anything bad about anyone
i didn't even say i was talking about any poetry here
i am attempting to converse with poets about poetry
and there are,
is because no one offers any constructive criticism
the first time i had a poetry class in school
my writing was so much different
and by the time i graduated it was somewhat good
i puke when i look back on the majority of my old poems
constructive criticism can be a good thing, no... IS a good thing
OK, fine, we're all good. I guess I just don't think of "constructive criticism" and "i think I'm gonna puke" as the same thing. So I got off track a little.
"I think I'm going to puke!"
i take it as constructive criticism because i know i need to rewrite
and i'd never be so brash to anyone directly
becuase there isn't any one poem that all by itself
makes me nauseous...
but collectively, the whole effect is greater than the sum of the parts...
Takes all kinds, I guess!
see? it's all a matter of perspective
staying in equilibrium too long is so fucking boring. unfortunately the female psyche is geared towards it, and unnatural deviance can carry with it uncertain results and effects. i'm cataloging responses to various stimuli and their combinations. there is a degree of nausea to anything that is exciting and unusual.
in fact, that feeling when you first fall in love? it's pretty sickening. same when you fall out of love, a plethora of afflictions. however, if the same chemicals can be stimulated to be manufactured by the brain, voila, sick all the time, bad poetry or not.
just before it's noon
take me to the moon
in your ear i'll croon
a dirty little tune
gag me with a spoon
count the months till June
let's head for the lagoon
you lovely silly goon
i have no idea what you're talking about
exciting and unusual does not make me puke
disgusting and infectious make me puke
like... gag me with a spoon...
Wait!
NOW i remember what those dried chunks are stuck to page 69 of Rot.
or
should i say a corpse of prose....
one after Another
rotten poem no rhyme
even the bones are dry dry dry
crusted elephant crap
maggots twisting through
carrion drizzled vulture
droppings--
road kill in a sea of hurl
but
still
Beautiful--
BEAUTIFUL VOMITING DREGS OF LOVE
(cuz it was all yellow)
/////////////so alive: in lemon, canarysong, dandelion butter =
YELLOW
"and they call me mellow yellow" oh yeh & Saffron.....
incubaby to coldplayer....yeller stellar *****
with him on top lemon yellow sun
arms raised in a "V"
and the dead lay
in pools of maroon below
ah whoa... oh aloha smiles back at you
she came up in a conversation last night, so i thought i'd bump her first post
yellow says she got her name from a dream in which kurt cobain touched her face, called her yellow, and kissed her... and i was talking to this dude last night who said kurt came in on a yellow cloud in one of his dreams...
i miss kurt more than i miss yellow... but the sentiment's there, nonetheless...
puke on, girlfriend