14k views, 2xBest Poetry Period. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind. |
What's the reading level of your audience, elitist rag, using student funded dollars to cloak words in riddles and devices to delight and surprise the Sunday crossword composers? I'm taking aim at this mastery to craft the clever ditty that to you looks shitty. I take aim at those words published by others with names not germane to this region and wonder how many of me are left in the woods with our rifles and cheap fifths of something soaked in gray beards as we squint and aim and hope not to kill one another? Your rag would make an outdoorsman shit with spectacular color, take aim at those words not germane. Perhaps ink some words on those bathroom stalls with the deer heads and other antlered things on the walls. And in full orange gear, they do not fear ridicule for not being like the others on those stools. Plenty of interesting stories go around here, not ones examining self-worth to a jellyfish in a coral reef on expedition of inner light, self-glowing a starless night. And where is this all going but down with a yank? I do not share scribbles among your heavenly scholars scribing multi-syllablic words not heard in a century, or composed with such fashion that eyes turn away before the seventeenth comma in elaborate, one sentence ‘graph. I read, compelled, and wonder: should I understand this all? as my words take aim at a shitty web wall, hoping not too small for the audience tripping over this mic cord. 29 lines, free verse 3.7.22 4.3.22 edit maybe, i'll like this, or never at all. Prose-y, rhyme-y, disconnected slam-y free verse. EVERY Shadows & Light Entry Contained Herein ▼ |