collage won a gold medal from columbia....ahhhhhh this is excitement to the utmost degree. today this piece got some amazing feedback i didn't expect.
life is in fact balloons and butterflies
my prince came roaring through
totting balloons and butterflies
in a pastel pink '87 volvo,
blaring his emo love tunes while headbanging,
losing control and crashing
into my chest.
like the too tight hairband on my wrist
he was turning me a deep shade of purple.
i would awake to blinking red lights
emanating from a digital face
much reminding me of those brown eyelashes
that would blink out morse codes
in response to my restlessly tapping digits.
our messages were composed
of nat king cole slang
and disgustingly sentimental pet names.
we would dance in the style of fred and ginger
to scratched records
and dusty yardsale mixed tapes,
stepping on one another's toes
without moral analysis or apologies.
no time for a time out,
no coach to blow the whistle.
our fourth quarter is still games away.
this is only practice.
in a completely unrelated tidbit......i discovered a new poet and i have fallen head over heels. john ashbery. i loved my new style in the poem my confabulation. reading mr. ashbery's work confirms for me that a disjointed style can work beautifully and is sometimes the best way to convey. so thank you mr. ashbery. i adore you.
1 comment:
Rambo-O, you need to update your blog lol. i remember u reading this poem at omn....but i just read over it again. and its so different from all of your stuff. its not extremely mellow....it jumps out and grasps the reader and says 'this is what happy is, what it feels like to love' or something along those lines. its just so great. and also somewhat typical....but not in a cliche way. i love it. lol.
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