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Then what is the sleeve? (Free verse) by T. Jonathron Remp
He keeps rain laden guilt on the subway tilt And that's no way to treat a gefilt- e Fish Blue Fish Run to the sleeve: Can it be done? Running to something that now is undone (From the rest of the shirt)? Recommended allegory for "shirt": Life. Leif. Erikson. Discovered the wonders of Bears and Sin (North American) Let the 42 degree-colored bow made through rain point the way To the gold pot of Cain- The flesh-covered oven hovered as I sat And watched as they pried the g from the front of the gnat I'm hot Listen to the cable cars drop One by one from the top of the Rock- A nickname for the now defunct prison Alcatraz.* *You really ought to have already known this.

Up the ladder: Celui
Down the ladder: Ashes Of Me

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Arithmetic Mean: 2.0
Weighted score: 4.642391
Overall Rank: 12383
Posted: July 30, 2005 9:29 PM PDT; Last modified: July 30, 2005 9:29 PM PDT
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[2] LilMsLadyPoet @ 205.188.116.69 | 31-Jul-05/6:47 AM | Reply
Sorry...this thought was Far too free for me...so disconnected...too disconnected to make sense out of.
My favorite line was>
"The flesh-covered oven hovered as I sat
And watched as they pried the g from the front of the gnat"
Although I wouldn't have used AS two times, and perhaps would have shortened the line with a word change here or there.
[n/a] T. Jonathron Remp @ 70.242.144.135 > LilMsLadyPoet | 31-Jul-05/8:36 AM | Reply
Thanks for the advice. I do try to keep my poems as concrete as possible nowadays, having been brow beaten by some of the most tangible poets (or, I should say poets of some of the most tangible poems, although the men themselves were also quite corporeal), I have been relegated to write with the most concrete, or as you would say, undisconnected formulation as I possibly can achieve without the advocacy of reality-anchoring drugs. You should have seen some of my earlier work: barely a word of English ever even appeared, and one of my poems included an actual (and quite foul smelling, I might add) corpse of a deceased armadillo. If I remember correctly, it was immediately follwed by a semicolon in that particular poem.
[2] LilMsLadyPoet @ 152.163.100.138 > T. Jonathron Remp | 31-Jul-05/9:50 PM | Reply
Most amused...I give your reply a 9! (and how can you write with such eloquence, as this comment shows, and yet I find no hint of such within your posted poem?!) I think I will make a point of investigating your other stuff, snooping in the far corners, so to speak...surely you've something to say, somewhere. I expect to be pleasantly suprised...
[n/a] zodiac @ 212.118.19.75 > T. Jonathron Remp | 1-Aug-05/10:28 PM | Reply
In poetry, "concrete" means the poem is in the shape of something. Do you mean to suggest this poem is shaped like a sleeve?
[n/a] T. Jonathron Remp @ 128.252.229.185 > zodiac | 2-Aug-05/1:45 PM | Reply
I not only suggest it, I impose it.
[2] LilMsLadyPoet @ 64.12.116.77 > T. Jonathron Remp | 27-Aug-07/10:46 AM | Reply
;)
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