#1
“Bad poetry is better than good politics,”
I told the man with the protruding eyes
After he stabbed me and carelessly, violently caressed me.
It’s all up to fate,
If we play our cards right.
He is my killer and I am his muse.
The universe expands and distorts according
According to our magnetic desires.
Will we evaporate?
Or only perspirate?
Until my fragile vestibule explodes into irregular pieces of
Past-times.
It all depends on one thing:
Origins of Melody.
#2
Conversations that begin with assumptions determine the course of sameness.
Pleasure only comes from spontaneously beautiful creativity.
Life will succeed in the determination to be free.
Love is better with soul,
Than it was historically.
When life give you hell,
Show it what you hide.
Tell him how intent was nothing
And then everything to believe.
Forget about structure
Go For Flow with forgetful frequency.
Emily and I have found a new way to entertain ourselves…fill in the blank poetry. The first poem I posted, I wrote all of the words except for the ones that were underlined. Emily filled those in. And then for poem number 2, I filled in the blanks. Considering we were just winging it and the fact that I definitely don’t consider myself a poet, we came up with some kind of pretty lines.
Last night, I was playing around with the last one we co-wrote and changed it a bit to…
True pleasure comes only from
Spontaneously beautiful creativity
Life will succeed in the determination to be free.
Love is better with soul,
Than an idealized history.
When life gives you hell,
Show it what you hide so fervently.
Intent, non-existent.
And, suddenly,
Everything.
Believe.
Rid yourself of structure.
Go for Flow
With Forgetful frequency
Because movements that begin with assumptions
Determine a forced course of stale activity.
