|police came to my door with a search warrant
said i'd spent
on aa batteries
in one month
at the kum and go.
one of the clerks
i was cooking meth.
i took the officers
down the hall
showed them my
ten-dollar cd player
the landfill of notebooks
spilling out of the closet
and the waste basket
six inches deep
with dead batteries.
you get paid
to write these
asked the young one
with gnarly cauliflower ear
the pepper spray
on his belt.
owes me fifteen bucks
i don't ever expect
beyond that it's self delusion,
as we walked
to the living room.
get some sleep buddy
looks like you need it,
the older one
with a turkey-neck
and reached for the door.
that's the butter-knife exit,
and dug one out of the couch cushions
and twisted the tip
in the rectangular hole.
where's your doorknob buddy?
it ran off
with the dish
and the spoon,
and wished them luck
against the inexorable vicissitudes
despair of the shy woodchuck
then i peed
in the kitchen sink
popped a handful of vicodin
and wrote this poem
dedicated to myself
and anyone else out there
with a headful of
6 Nov 07
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or maybe 55. you use gobbled and turkey-neck twice. perhaps you could use other turkey words instead of the same ones twice. that's all I've got for now.
Interesting story/pretty weak poetry
I danced in delight the entire length of this poem. It's unusual, creative, packed with small grins. Not sure it's a poem but it's a good small story.
i dig. fuck these people, it is a poem.
Absolutely brilliant. A poem of hope where creativity burns bright in a world full of arseholes.
Larry arsehole Lark
great. i really thought this was good. i liked the narrative and the language and format. well written. anipani
Hmm... this is ambitious. Becuz it goes everywhere, it actually tends to end up going nowhere. I see what you are TRYING to do with this, but it's not quite getting there. You get us very close, don't get me wrong--but it's just not cohesive enough for me.
You should CAP the word Vicodin, as it is a brand-name.
Also, unless you are e.e. cummings, I would recommend that you CAPitalize your "I"'s. In fact, after re-reading this, I notice you have foregone the use of CAPitals altogether. Is that laziness or just an oversight?
Well, as always, there are just suggestions...
Great beginning--with some editing, this could be a wonderful poem.
not bad, but please get rid of the word beautifully (64) find a better way to say it....you were saying it quite nicely the whole time, and right when you started approaching the finish line, you quit and took a short cut.
I like this poem, but I think I would have cut it short after line 57. It gets a little self-indulgent I guess as apposed to flowing with the story.
such a clever twist on page ... i mean, line eight. this reads like such a well written little book, i love it. great use of punctuation with "aa batteries." so clever, its humorous connotation with battery, that we know the character here would never take part of.
thanks. very nice poem.
a nice walt disney effect, with the speculants shining off grandpa's urn on the shelf. that looks like lapis lazuli, and that's sort of Yeats. i admire this, in a way, cause it's prose but the words and lines are so dialog bubble that they fit well between commas and this is readable as verse. it doesn't have to say anything, but you've done some nice character vignettes. it doesn't have to say anything obvious to be a poem, but in these brief sketches you've made a more interesting read than the joes who'd go on for pages about "what they did to me". you simply showed it, and with words which were friendly to each other on the page.
this is great. thanks for posting. i love your sharp humour and cynical out look.
thanks for reading and the comments.
very interesting, and that is what makes poetry good. there are no rules to poetry and i think we forget that as we age.
I absolutely adore this. Dry and witty and I happen to like the last stanza. haha. You do need to prune it a bit however.
overall this is too narrative
almost superfluous for me to comment on your poems Larrylark - i find them all funny, genius...
this one is a particular favourite
apologies to the author, i thought this was written by larrylark.
nevertheless, i like this poem a lot
i love it!
it reminds me of bukowski. wonderful
the story reads -- an articulate yet sultry unbiased voice with crusty wit writ in it -- Henry Miller would smile
wat are the batteries for?