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Camus in my head, Murakami in my heart, Dedalian wings, And Blake everywhere (Eternity);- "I'm a disco dancer"- My feet are miles below. (Wait a sec... um, minute, Let my journey feel their tip.... Ah, yes.) So extensive is the human body! But where-from did Snow come? And then the ouroboros. And what if it, self-consuming, Doesn't grow? Literary gimmicks, That's all. We never grow. But defragmenting With increasing entropy. "Pray, when did you last see a flower sir?" There's a... leaf beneath the front seat. Don't know the name. Will wiki it up Once my journey reaches destination. |
love the second stanza...would change "defragmenting" to "defragment" but yes, we are defragmenting in a way--we are becoming a life stored in bytes... computerized...when was the last time we danced, on an actual dance floor...that we played games that involve physical activity..rather than looking at a computer screen... this poem makes me want to go out and play... that leaf beneath the seat....nice touch.. my girlfriend is always saying to me..."look it up" ahhhhh wikipedia... i want to go on there and change all the definitions to something totally absurd. are poets just literary gimmicks now? no heart? maybe maybe jacob | Posted on 2012-10-13 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | Dunno about snow but if you really wanna know where the ouroboros came from check out my latest haiku. :) | | Posted on 2012-10-07 00:00:00 | by Paradox | [ Reply to This ] | Well, I like it. The first three lines are great. The title is really interesting. | | Posted on 2012-10-07 00:00:00 | by jeniecel | [ Reply to This ] | |