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    dots Submission Name: An Attempt to Kick One's Own Buttdots
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    Author: Snow9
    Elite Ratio:    3 - 38/21/17
    Words: 101
    Class/Type: Joke/Satire
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       A private joke, fear it being too eccentric. Somehow a train always becomes my site of production.


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    dotsAn Attempt to Kick One's Own Buttdots
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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.




    Submitted on 2012-10-07 07:49:02     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      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 ]


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