Wednesday, April 12, 2006

I've lost my mind

We plead insanity of the dissociating crimes
The man with the wooden leg cringes at our existence
but, only dirty dishes clog the sink
and the peanut butter cracker crunch grows old
of their slander and libel
creaking doorhindge hangs over the silence
translucent symbols delicately carved into the wooden box
and the yogurt dances
Judges of the inferior tickle the pencils & attempt to address the issue at hand
of the women who was unconciously aware

9 comments:

will said...

i wd cut out the first line & redo the last line & remove "their" from before "slander and libel".

i like men w/ wooden legs & peanut butter & dancing yogurt

& i like your commercial poem over on yr blog too. fun, i think.

right now i'm trying to write true poems which sounds like a dumb idea, but i wanted to fill some poems w/ true things & not just snazzy language which is sometimes too easy or cute.

i don't mean narrative poems tho, or not really

amber said...

welcome ms. gallien. what a nice way to introduce yourself.

amber said...

welcome ms. gallien. what a nice way to introduce yourself.

amber said...

welcome ms. gallien. what a nice way to introduce yourself.

amber said...

welcome ms. gallien. what a nice way to introduce yourself.

amber said...

now that. is. fascinating.

e. r. gallien said...

nice quadripple post! and thanks :) That was just a bunch of crap... I was eating peanutbutter crackers and yogurt.. there were dirty dishes in the sink... and i was in a dissociating mood...

amber said...

meh, who cares. I use the same things...what's around me or taking place or on my mind. Of course. But if it produces something that says something to somebody or something interesting then its worth it, right?

S. Burgess said...

Great poem.