|garters (the order of)
is there a poem in here
only a one liner and i'm not in the mood for that
then let's tell a poem
and what would you tell them
well maybe the story of how
i kept some snakes
garters not gardeners
(i'm not being smart i made that mistake
when i was little)
who smelled of musk
should they become threatened
they'd spray it all over you
and you couldn't get it off
(trying tomato juice was stupid stuff
and you had them
but after awhile
when you went to release them
they puffed up themselves
made like adders
because even though you had them
they were still scared of the tank
maybe or it was just that taste
of freedom or the smell of what's out there
but all i know
is that they knew
when to blow themselves up and act
like a rattler by flattening their head
and flicking their tale
(do many herpetologists know that they do this?)
like they had nothing left to lose (or loose)
i let them beautiful snakes go every time
black with yellow rails
traintracking through weedy wood
8 Apr 08
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i like the way you led us into this slightly dark little tale.. 40 to 43 - wonderful imagery..
Nice , nice , nice
love 1 - 9
the image of study is very clear
thanks. what'r you up too?
Enjoyable poem. I used to get the name wrong as a kid too.
I didn't think I would like "them" as in "them beautiful snakes", because I'm not a fan of poor grammar, but in poetry sometimes it does fit nicely.
nice , just re-read it
up too , not a lot
stu just phoned to say and i quote
'me and your sis as a treat to you have booked a days shooting for your birthday'
500 hundred cartridges , one small hide , eight hours shooting and boy blunder
life is over.
Ended in office
you were missed
When you start work ?
This is the best i have read read from you
(and to think how shy i was before)
I love this.
'let's tell a story, turn it into a poem' is a joke. go poem yourself with a bong and leave writing alone here. you have friends hiding in creaks of the sofa, talk to them instead.
gecko hahha you are such a wise acher
ah..so this would nt be the garter
a woman wears round her thigh for a
wedding~ or in my case a funeral .......i like you let them go!
ha, i just realized that i was an unknown on this poem seeing how i'm reading all your poems tonight (or most of them) but i don't feel like bumping them because that little trend can sod off!
anyway i saw i had commented here,
but said, wut? where's my name? wha'd i say?
but now i remember them beautiful snakes and nowadays i'm way less anal about poetic bad grammar.
you dead yet
your poems lateness has been overlooked
farting dead people chuking a rock at was i
what the fuck, be honest mate your not missed by Vanda,
noise did make me laugh (out loud, in the library)cunt.