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Plucking hearts and banjo (Free verse) by horus8
I'm over it now I think That left footed wind-up-nut-kick. Patented & humbled. I wretch kneel pet your hand. My needs were not my own. Therefore, I own up to nothing. Pass me your favorite holiday like you passed me that malaria net. I just bet you are worth every sweat-slept-shake. See my compass, spin, wander, grovel back, I should, but back to what? I want to say something, now, to you. What was our love to the moment? To the weather? Shoved Undefoot & moody. Hood up, I stretch walk the gutter. Another, Mississippi lover Was it a mud skipper? A wave to Huck Fin that broke me free. Contretemps by the mouthful. I fought back success with a four foot sunflower. While Errol Flynning dark wood glossed floors. Tequila toasts raised to Mexican Vikings, and star blackened Druids. Manhandeled. I-love-I-love What with the tempo met and all. I stall, again. Reptilian trowel me out like you troweled me in. Current roll I wish I could decorate you forever. Marsh gas, but no, Instead, I thumb back to mother to find her in the form of some other, young girl. Wretched & tight, minded. Charcoal hairing midnight, filtered. I love them to love you. Outside, I am without-within. Depraving the low flex. Upgrading, and levied. liable to love you to death.

Up the ladder: The Battle
Down the ladder: beat myself with a stick

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.285714
Weighted score: 5.614723
Overall Rank: 2229
Posted: October 21, 2002 1:18 AM PDT; Last modified: June 1, 2003 12:42 PM PDT
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[7] INTRANSIT @ 152.163.188.228 | 21-Oct-02/7:34 AM | Reply
Jagged, endless possibilities, and WIERD to say the least. You are strange. "Everyones strange, when you're a stranger"...7 because I pulled little from it. Probably me.
[8] god'swife @ 209.179.210.49 | 21-Oct-02/8:46 AM | Reply
Very good. malaria net and huck fin are my favorites. Its errol flynn isn't it?
[7] Frass @ 66.160.116.193 | 21-Oct-02/1:24 PM | Reply
This is one of my favourite H8 rambles; I like the wordplay and the line breaks. Tops are "left footed wind-up nut-kick" and "star blackened druids".
[n/a] deleted user @ 63.237.171.111 | 1-Jun-03/3:51 PM | Reply
Okay, you can stop now.
[n/a] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 > deleted user | 1-Jun-03/4:05 PM | Reply
No, go fuck yourself with a portable radio.
[n/a] deleted user @ 63.237.171.29 > horus8 | 1-Jun-03/4:51 PM | Reply
Nice comeback.
[n/a] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 > deleted user | 1-Jun-03/6:42 PM | Reply
If it was, I'd believe you.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.212.215 > horus8 | 1-Jun-03/6:49 PM | Reply
What theory of counterfactual conditionals do you subscribe to? I am a magic ersatzist.
[10] Bachus @ 24.126.113.154 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 1-Jun-03/7:29 PM | Reply
I subscribe to marinescience and field and stream, making me a neoplanktonist in a blinder.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.212.215 > Bachus | 1-Jun-03/8:25 PM | Reply
I must confess I hadn't realised 'marinescience and field and stream' had anything to do with counterfactuals. Let's dig up David Lewis and cram a fish down his rotting throat and see what he has to say about it!
[n/a] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 1-Jun-03/8:50 PM | Reply
I was of the opinion that a counterfactual could be applied to any fact able to be contrasted against its origin of opinion, which ironically would make this comment a counterfactual. Now, on to more relevant criteria. You think I should continue with Plum in the coat-room, or post, and or pre-grandfather's feast of 'the obese attendant'.
[n/a] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 1-Jun-03/8:52 PM | Reply
You know what? You are funny.
[n/a] Fear of Garbage @ 64.56.113.20 | 1-Jun-03/4:34 PM | Reply
therefore you own up to nothing?
yeah, i bet you don't.
how chillingly creepy.
[n/a] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 > Fear of Garbage | 1-Jun-03/6:43 PM | Reply
Easy there Skyler, it's a poem not a personality test.
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