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Cherry Blossoms (anti-haiku)
In the time of the cherry blossoms, without warning
The sky turns leaden and opens
Slurries of western words, driven like snow
Swirl through the sullen petals
Turning the careful fractal economy of beauty
Into sodden masses of pink, run through with
Carbon from the exhausts of a million cars.
Neon glints in the wet bark, black
Beetles scrabble furiously to avoid drowning.
A ragged asiatic man reels in the road and ends sitting
With a thud against a cherry trunk
Blooded by obfuscation.
He splays his fingers on the ice-wet asphalt,
Palms sliding in the flower flesh
Considers speaking, weighing every word
A sacrifice against the precision of thought.
Instead he is silent, each sweet sentence
Receding away unspoken like the long rows
Of precisely-planted trees,
The fuel of reverie.
13 comments
This is a pome about cherry blossoms & beetles. Spawning just doesn't enter into it. There are no fish & no porn-site javascript. This is an orderly pome & so an unsuitable environment for spawntaneous sex acts.
is lucehfyr the feminist spelling of satan? are you a she-devil? Even if you tempt me for 40 days & nights I ain't taking my pants off. You'll have to go spawn with little_big_nose. Big refers to his actual nose, little refers to...well I'm sure you get the picture. He's an anti-christ, so the two of you should get along well together. And he's very good at spawning, with words. Oh wait, that was spewing. Well, of course, spawning generally does consist of a sort of spewing type behaviour. I'm sure he'd be good at it. I mean, when your metaphorical nose is so little in comparison to your real nose that you feel compelled to memorialize the contrast in your internet nickname, spewing is probably the only sort of spawning to which you have recourse.
Good night, she-satan. I wish you luck in your quest to find someone/thing to spawn with.
- "Well I'm not a slave, to a god, that doesn't exist
Marilyn Manson, the Godfather of Goth "the fight song"
The ego-boost is gratis, everyone deserves a pat on the back once and a while. And it is true that you spue better than I, I must bow to your spewing. I spew neither so vociferously nor desultorily as you. Alas, as I grow older I find fewer and fewer of my thoughts to be truly spueworthy. Whereas before I spawned an almost continuous spew of words like a cat in heat hosing furniture, now I must carefully hoard my literary sputum, and more often as not it simply dries in a thin metaphorical glaze over my dessicated metaphorical palate. Age, it sucks. I have so many liver spots now that you can't even make out my van halen tatoo.
Marilyn Manson is to goth music what Kenny G is to jazz. Ask anyone over the age of 17 who knows something about music that isn't marketed to angry children who think "Satan" is a terribly shocking word and cutting oneself is a soul-searching, freedom-fighting assault on suburbian normality.
Marilyn Manson didn't invent atheism. He didn't invent corpse paint. He didn't invent singing in a ridiculous croaking voice. He didn't invent lyrics about cutting yourself, Satan, being misunderstood, etc. He didn't invent calling himself by a lady's name on stage. He didn't invent chugging on an E chord for half an hour. He didn't invent doing "goth" covers of pop songs. He didn't invent "shocking" hoodies with "FUCK" on the back. He didn't invent wearing opaque contact lenses so it looks like he's got a tiny pupil and no iris. He didn't invent stripy stockings. He didn't invent transvetitism. The only thing he did invent was a perfect formula for getting angry, unpopular 13-year-olds to buy his music, wear his shirts and go to his concerts.
Marilyn Manson has never done an original thing in his life, even though I know you love him and think everything he does is incredibly inventive and amazing. But, you know, that's because you're an angry retard. Which is the best sort!
and with his pecker the bouncers a'lancin'
one tried to sue
and I think you would too --
for who knows what disease you'd be chancin'!
And a confused pop star that can sell his odd 'n eccentric "paintings" to many "misguided" fans...
"just cuz he made them without numbers" (despite
being advised to use them by his agent & Trent Reznor)
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