Poem for d’Verse poetics
Get your Calvin's on,
show the step ready for its door.
Splash on Paris cliché
and stretch on cotton picked for hunger
so eyes feast
on the wolf howling for moon mountains.
Kill the phone, your lips have pulled,
let your fingers text me, baby.
Each night the movie star
made for radio
plays Simm love
broken at level one.
Wake up! It's the middle of your life.
Find love to haunt.
find love to haunt -> does haunt mean stalk?
ReplyDeleteduty to challenge
this is a bit scary...kinda like phone sex operators doleing out faux sex...yet what is left at the end of the day....let your fingers text me, ha...nice...
DeleteI think it just means find the real thing, something more permanent than "games" or imitation---relationships of substance. I think the girl in the first stanza might be going out dancing and picking up strangers. In the second, someone who isn't good with in-person relationships is using technology to find faux companionship.
Delete@ zongrik It can mean that but I was thinking more even haunting love was better then this narrators life.
Delete@Brian life isn't always good for folks!
@rosemarymint - perhaps more about those that boast being luv machines and the shallowness of those lives. Its the same narrator but different PoVS
Wow! What wonderful juxtapositions you have here--satire sarcasm intensity angst. Well read too. Thanks! K.
ReplyDeleteThanks, I tend to think poetry has to be performed
DeleteI like these: "Wake up! It's the middle of your life," "cotton picked for hunger," and "show the step ready for its door"
ReplyDeleteGotta love Calvins. :)
Hello again, yes a bit of like in those.
DeleteLove this. Great job. Wake up. I really need to heed that advice. Great read. Thanks
ReplyDeleteNow Fred, what are you saying!
DeleteSorry. I can never find your post. Can you leave a link?
DeleteHis link is here:
Deletehttp://poeticalpsyche.blogspot.ca/2012/04/dutiful-bones.html
Thanks
Deletevery cool write and kinda gritty and dark as well...broken at level one...tight.. time to wake up and change things for sure..
ReplyDeleteOne day I'll do light and love!
DeleteLike it. it sure doesn't try to seduce me, but I like it anyway!
ReplyDeleteNot me!
DeleteHmmm... not sure whether this is satire directed to self or others. Either way, it has a bite to it that makes it direct and powerful. One has to get going, and stay on the right course, though, keeping it real - always.
ReplyDeleteOh nothing like me, really. Yes, really.
DeleteEnjoyed your video poem...The last line is intriguing.... wake up to haunt ~
ReplyDeleteThanks Grace, performance will always give an edge
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