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[novapsyche]

And now poems that show my silly and surreal sides.

train short #1

A train ran over me yesterday,
even though I was deeply engrossed
in the autumnal scarlets and lemon yellows
and was not offending it in any way.
I had purposefully lost myself in the seasonal fragrances, the foliage,
the density of the October sun and the heaviness of the chilled air.
The last of my thoughts had hardly deigned
to acknowledge that thin, obtrusive track.

train short #2

A train ran over me yesterday.
O, O.
My soul is ever lost, ever rent.
My lifeblood surrounded me, encompassed me.
I lay in a pool of scarlet and wept.

O train,
you for whom I held no hatred,
you who stands for no conflict:
O train, I have no apology.
O beauteous, monstrous train,
why could you not tolerate my presence?
The locus of your power could not be denied:
your authority was raw and brute,
unwilling to accept any timidity.
Our paradigms could never co-exist in your view,
you heavy-handed and harsh, and I meek.
O, narrow train, O narrow-minded train.
How I have cursed the fate of our paths.

O train, I shall never forgive you.
You who held the power in your grasp, you who embodied strength,
you have abused me.
You have rendered me helpless and hurt.
O train, who had not thought me strong!
On this I shall be resolute.


Sweet sweet me. Let me taste
miracles in your breath,
let me learn your sexy chessboard,
swerving through open mouths
like melting cubes of ice.

Sweet death, sweet you, smile at me,
take me into your pure, loud fingers,
sub-Saharan in your intricacies.
Make me break out in rashes,
I'll prove molecules are not animalcules,
I'll make them love manifestos of you.

Sweet sweet tongues, I bow to you,
reveling in plagues, surrounded
by absent poodles, string beans,
and chicken chow mein.


death by skyfall

The sky dropped.
Right on me.

Well, not the whole sky.
Just a little bit of it.

It hit me square on the head.
Boy, did that hurt.
I had to have first aid.
No, wait, it was more serious than that.
I needed stitches. I'm not kidding!
I'm just glad I carry Blue Cross and Blue Shield.

Well, I felt I had to warn my friends about this crummy sky.
I mean, a lot of them don't have health insurance.

So I went out to save them from impending death and injury.
I was "The Crusader."
Well, at least in my mind.
So I told a gang of my friends
and we decided to go tell our governor.

Turned out, the governor was our king.
But he wanted to keep a low profile.
He said we were crazy and to get out of his condominium.
And the minute we stepped out of his door a whole chunk of sky
fell right on top of his condo and crushed it. Kaplowee!

That'll show him, I guess.

My friends and I decided to leave the country since
our king slash governor was now dead by skyfall.
So we all bought airline tickets and boarded a 747 headed for Japan.
But the sky was crumbling there, too.
The only difference was that the people there
were cursing in their tongue.

So my friends and I took a trip around the world.
Surely there was a place where the sky was intact.
But no. It was the end of the world as we knew it.

There was a loud cracking sound.

Nonsense Sonnet #3

Your hazel eyes are hanging out your head.
You say you're so embarrassed by it all.
We tease you, saying comments like, "You're dead!"
You wonder to yourself if you're too tall.
You get down on your knees and start to crawl.
We ride upon your back like you're a horse.
You gallop down the freeway to the mall.
We eat at the McDonald's there, of course.
You start to cry and scream with all your force.
We then recall the problem with your eyes.
We try to trace the problem to its source.
The answe that we find does not surprise.
You suffer from acute nearsightedness.
Congratulations on your great success.

Nonsense Sonnet #6

Your face is like a puzzle, pieces missed.
I'm laughing at your ugly face, your nose.
I know your lips have never been kissed.
You cover up your mouth because it shows.
You look upon my hands without a care.
We both know that you want to do much more.
I see you in the window over there.
Your cat is clawing at the kitchen door.
There's catfish in the kitchen we must gut.
I don't know why I dare not tease your dog.
I hate dogs, and I really hate your mutt.
I love to eat boiled eggs and ham from hogs.
The egg is boiled and tattered, as you see.
I want to play a banjo on my knee.

Comments

[xiombarg.livejournal.com]

I particularly like the first "train short". Simple, to the point, effective.

[novapsyche.livejournal.com]

The first one was an exercise that Vy gave the group (Pretentious Crockpots, as you'll recall). "A train ran over me" was the first line. #1 was my real response.

#2 was my silly one.