04-04-2017, 01:38 AM
Sorry about the courier. I write via notepad, and the little concrete deals I try to structure my poem with get messed up in a different font, particularly line length.
3000 in Technicolor (Hard Meat Worry)
see, i don't think anyone else
remembers this, not the way
i do, not the way
i used to jive
before i knew
what jive
or stank
or funk
or cultural appropriation
even was, not the way
i learned about jazz
and blues
through ice
and blueberries
and smooth smooth clarinet
and the quirky way she strung
her violin.
they say true love
never ages, only the actors age,
the stage creaks, the themes grow
offensive, and the verse imprisons
until the story's depth is undercut
by a comic hit of clarity -- but of course
you don't really care about all that,
huntress wizard,
the way you sleep like a log
(literally) every night, the way your eyes
always face forward, the way you leave everyone behind
(like me) until your story's depth is undercut
by you dying of old age
alone.
what exactly do you want
from that old cat of yours?
one last blinding hit of blue
to kiss your worries away?
3000 in Technicolor (Hard Meat Worry)
see, i don't think anyone else
remembers this, not the way
i do, not the way
i used to jive
before i knew
what jive
or stank
or funk
or cultural appropriation
even was, not the way
i learned about jazz
and blues
through ice
and blueberries
and smooth smooth clarinet
and the quirky way she strung
her violin.
they say true love
never ages, only the actors age,
the stage creaks, the themes grow
offensive, and the verse imprisons
until the story's depth is undercut
by a comic hit of clarity -- but of course
you don't really care about all that,
huntress wizard,
the way you sleep like a log
(literally) every night, the way your eyes
always face forward, the way you leave everyone behind
(like me) until your story's depth is undercut
by you dying of old age
alone.
what exactly do you want
from that old cat of yours?
one last blinding hit of blue
to kiss your worries away?