- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Poetry About People
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Click hereWhy the fuck
can't I write poetry
about people anymore?
Where did their faces
bugger off to? Why do they
hide out of focus? Are
they even people, or just
periphery hallucinations?
Where are the words
that glues metaphor to movement
and paints a voice in monochrome?
Why do no lovable quirks drip from my
fingertips, trip across my lips?
Why the fuck can't I write
poetry about people
anymore?
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 19 years ago...and you'll winkle them out. You don't need no steenkin' people anyhow.
Tess
twelveoonealmost 19 years agoBesides agreeing with Jennifer C. The answer probably is that they drive sensibly in Sweden.
My Erotic Talealmost 19 years agoyour poem was mentioned on the thread:
"New Poems Reviews"
thanks for the journey~ Art~
Jennifer Calmost 19 years agoI liked this alot
Where are the words
that glues metaphor to movement
and paints a voice in monochrome?
Loved that bit!
Great Stuff.
~ J
