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PopcornI pick the splits from my hair’s ends like weeds from soil –Popcorn
a habit to halt a thought from forming.
I cut before I stitch. I have a clenched hand for holding scissors, not nimble for a thimble and thread.
Newspaper lives in columns, emotions in italics, borders like fences in a black and white field of flowers with unpronounceable names to an uneducated mind – Yes, my grief is above simple minds,
so joyless in books they’d rather pop corn kernels
and watch movies with beautiful actors with unlined faces, unchipped nails and trained eyes
by ~Shymma
Poets Trying to be PoetsI saw a lot of poets trying to be poets today, wearing their moth-eaten berets dug upPoets Trying to be Poets
For only ‘special’ poetry readings, billowing smoke like air from gills.
I saw a lot of poets today polish bullshit with literary dictionaries until they gleamed Of Plath intellect.
I saw a lot of poets today and they were so unlike me.
I don’t want to be a poet, not if they say soul more times Than yes or good morning.
by ~Shymma
Poets are Like SpermThe poet stands on stage.Poets are Like Sperm
Fifty brains try tuning in to his station, raising their radars in the air with their wine glasses, the channels in their psyche
opening, reluctantly closing
Poets are like sperm trying to break through the shells of brains with their ideas, impregnating their words to birth philosophy and bullshit.
Forty-nine will leave the room confused, leaving just one to clap her hands wildly and passionately – his girlfriend – convinced she has the same brain to pick at.
by ~Shymma
Hexagons and Squares1. To love is to sacrifice who you are. It is sawing away at your shape, filing away unlovable aspects of your personality until you resemble a form two-dimensional enough to love. Undisciplined women are hexagons – multidimensional wells of depth and shallowness, all contradicting, balancing, uneven. Disciplined women are squares – any shape loveable to a man’s sense of irritating logic. We can be folded in half yet still manage to bounce back in perfectly even halves just in time to cook the dinner. We admire women in love yet snicker behind their backs at their new sacrificial shape. How much they have sacrificed for this surely unworthy lHexagons and Squares
by ~Shymma
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by ~andreasoverland
To LeonardI heard tonight that if you go to Montreal there is a bagel shop that Leonard Cohen goes to oftenTo Leonard
and if your there and you see him you can say
hello and he will talk to you because he is humble but if your a young girl
You are to be careful because
even though
he’s in his seventies he still wants you as his lover and he’ll point towards his house
like he’s never done so before and i will not sleep like i should
until his pastel face
is on a canadian five dollar bill grinnng at me like h
by ~thisoldman
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