the given words this week were:
efficient, optimize and treacherous.
Here's mine:
THEY CAN ONLY DREAM
concave plastic notel open both ends
the honeymoon suite for my poetry friends
efficient as a mobile home that rolls
rocks when the drunk kicks it on his way past
hums when some bum sicks up all over it
and this is home to the best poet I know
and he has holes in the soles of his shoes
and wears musty and old hand me down clothes
and he lives in a plastic pipe that rolls
he and his princess the poetess goddess
they scrawl their poetry on the concave walls
in a shared red and blue blood mixed with love
propped up against the square peg plywood door
they optimise their day writing poetry
newsprint curtains blankets street sheets scream same
the best poet in the world and his princess
the treacherous candle burning both ends
they can only dream about a hot bath
the only shower they get is the rain
out there alone but not lonely white cold
Love this! The lines are so alive! The sounds are wonderful, too!
ReplyDeleteStarving poet..good read.
ReplyDeleteAndy, this is fantastic. The lines have this sing-song feel, but say something, too. I am wowed.
ReplyDeleteIt is a great pleasure to read this. True poets do starve and live in plastic sheeted homes.And whats wrong with the rains as shower?!
ReplyDeleteno pawns spared
Good one....
ReplyDeleteExceptional! This is from the heart. Powerful, meaningful - everything.
ReplyDeleteWow. Powerful. And this was off the top of your head?
ReplyDeleteThe words cling, clang and come together. Truly loved it
ReplyDeleteI could dance off into the sky reading/singing this. Love it!
ReplyDeletewow..love this...
ReplyDeleteagain, wow!
I thought of them living their lives filling it with the only beauty they could express with their circumstance. good post.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, packed full with so much. Wow!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful things then bubble to the surface of your cranium!
ReplyDeleteI loved that he was the greatest poet with his princess. This was fabulous. -Meg
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