Poetry?

poetry is not an idea
that I have spent any time revisiting
she asked me,
"Do you write poetry?"
I told her,
"Not for years."

but.
would it be so bad
to tell a story with
sil-
ly line
breaks or
obscure and melodious
language?

or perhaps a short story, or two, the old "once upon a time" and a princess and a terrible dragon or a tall tower, the charming prince who shows up, only to find that he isn't needed there after all, or a young man on a journey about town, perhaps for a cup of coffee or a magazine, and the people he meets and the thoughts that slide, sudden and perhaps a little dangerous, into his head...

would do me some good.

Chairs: a poem not about love

two colors, blue and white

almost as if they were meant

to make a patter, picture or design

we fit together like they do

pretty, one beside the other

but don't quite stack properly.

but even they don't have enough color

to have any depth.

solids and outlines plus whatever shadow

the lights let them create.

like them, in the dark

we are two-dimensional:

merely color and line.

PseudoRomance

public void PseudoCode main(String args[]){       if(you look my way){           i'll never leave;           don't let me go;      }else{           walk away now || i'll lose control;      }       while(i = true){           don't let me go;      }       if(this touch means anything){           we'll stay together;           we can stop playing games;      } } //don't walk away all romantic poetry ought to be written in code. old piece from last year. (haha... Java romance...) PS: || means "or". so. yea. enjoy? (Jan. '08)

ANTI-LOVE POETRY

Keep your hands off me.

You're everything that I want.

Not what I can have.

Always 5 steps back

7 inch distance, at least.

Less makes me stupid.

an intermission:

just let me tear my heart out

and hand it to you.

Pretty you may be

We know beauty killed the beast

Guess I'll ignore you.

You break what you have

Something good will come of it

But its not certain.

the second movement:

sorry for staining your rug

i'll just lick it clean.

You're a stupid jerk

With your stupid pretty face

Wish you had cooties.

I'd love to hate you

I'd love to love to hate you

Not hate to love you.

now, the conclusion:

rejection's not a sure thing...

acceptance, neither.

Let me walk away

While I haven't lost my head

And can play it safe.

If I'm not open,

Under my skin's all you'll get

Far from fragile things.

Capitalism.

Hello!

The pleasure's all mine

But I'll sell it to you cheap!

Cheap cheap cheap!

At least cheaper than the guy next door

But that's because, as I said, the pleasure's all mine

(and I'm making room for more!)

Would you like some happiness?

It comes in a brightly colored box!

It's right where you can afford...

Whoops! The price went up

Because THEY just ran out.

So I'm the only one on the block

With some, don't you doubt.

Replace that outdated melancholy

With a little bit of cheerfulness

You don't want it now, but I know you will

Because the one selling it to you is Tess.

She's tall and blonde and beautiful

A Barbie come to life

She's not really the brightest

And to get through her skin you'd need a chainsaw not a knife!

I bought out all the rest of them

You can only come to me

I don't play fair (never did)

And that's the way it'll always be.