worn words sting the back of
my throat like angry hornets,reality has become
a distinct self with the possibility
and potential to self-destruct at the first signs
of failed intellect and failed lines. i am working an
easier way to arrange poems to deal with
emotions , the main concern,how to freshen-up old
and tired phrases. there are several ways
to disguise trash, obscure and utter nonsense masquerading
as poems, you can use fancy language and words
people don't understand,or buy a rhyming dictionary to wed
a rhythmic scheme the color of dirty shit into your piece
of whatever giving it the dancing feet of Fred Astaire. keep repeating
words making sure they rhyme with the end line directly below.
you are now in the business, by following this formula
of writing successful nonsense such as Joyce's Ullysyss, (or something
like that) and seek ratings/comment from thousands of other
pretending poets all pissing in each other's pockets. however,
if you are dedicated to the pursuit of excellence and perfection
the modern art of write verse is not for you. to stay within the borders
of modern poetry all you need do is think up phrases you may have
read somewhere eg. 'the world is a rotten apple spinning silent space'
populated by a strange speci like sexy spiders searching out flies
dragging them to cobwebs with cherry red lips, suck them dry.
above all,avoid ordinary prosaic language, deck up your nonsensical
shit with more colorful ways of saying it, keep words streaming from your
lips like sweet butterscotch sprinkled with patched sunshine and
any old far-fetched lyrics melodic in construction sprinkled with the F word
and write glowing comments about every other poet's shite, eventually, this
will sweep you to top of the popularity and rating charts,with a huge following
of idolizing bunts and a web-site screaming for more. the watch your stuff
being used,abused,misused misprinted and dated as first posted in a year
you never wrote anything at all.
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