Prince of Void
on Crazy with a Capital K by D. $ Fontera
25 Jul 2004, 11:51 PM
that was good ..i like it
how sad. how very sad... :)
Glad I found this one - a big, fat 10.
interesting location and motivation - no judgement implied; the poem stands out because of it.
Have you been listening to Bebel Gilberto's new CD?
kill the refrain at least, I think - and "just", ghost line is very nice.
The Despair haunted the eternity
I canât walk awayâ¦I still rule the chaos as prince of void
Good rant, if a bit long. May Breaonna make it to Pasadena and JJ's where she can get dinner and drink for three bucks.
are you asthmatic too?
Excellent.
"To High beak sky"
Sir, you are no beaker.
I was once fell into the void, but lucky for me, I was just hallucinating, and it turned out to be my my face in my omellete and a clean nickle of spank.
Good stuff, and I can relate to some of whats said, old friend. Blessed with nine, good luck and sharper pen points.
Everything is not the same, and that's what makes it work in two ways. It may be that not much has changed or it may be that a lot has changed. I can read both and like to ponder both.
Two poems for the price of one. Broken drum special (can't be beat).
Is it a poem about what is vague or what's in vogue?
Idealistic Nostalgia. It made me cringe and spit and burn and made my stomach churn churn, my mind found only evil and thats was also all my crippled eyes could discern... zero.
What white powdered rocks are you referring to? Crack?
What made you feel that there was something so amazing or the emotion was in the right place to justify the horrible cliched feel of the whole thing and the vague bland skeleton of your piece? (devoid of marrow, tsk, not even the vultures could squander some nutrient from this poems bleached remains hurled out across the rocks and sands of your shallow chasm.)
Zero.
this reminds me of long-ago college weekends were I would wake up with a hangover to indulge myself in a breakfast of a cold bagel and an amaretto sour----thanks for the memories.