Just written a poem – it started in the kitchen with the central idea and the first line. No reason for it. have no idea if it is worth persisting with as it seems clumsy to me.
So, brave as this maybe or quizzically quiet, am inviting historic random comments or discussion as art – the merely here poems are text around which the site makes more sense.
My poem are also published on the original http://chaosandmatter.blogspot.com or for 2005 vintage and beyond see http://chaosmatters.blogspot.com
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This is a living breathing poet developing his work to make it better. No need to be – but be charming and friendly feel free to randomly praise or rip into little pieces shreds if you need the bits that have to go but with good reasons. Less is generally better and saying half of it is better than a little too much..
they baked a cake and put your name on it
The sun bore down with racist chemistry
the wealth was taken from the rich and given to the animals to eat
the rain tore off their skin as it battered down upon their heads
it was so hard and thin needles and a knife
the blade so fast it breaks time in half
it parades and inflames like a masochist vein
or the hair on a horse hardened by winter
the dust sticks to the face of the man
who was to bring the news that things will yet improve
if we can persist and just do
not lose the nest to the weather
that takes no prisoners
But he can not complete his journey
and the children grow up believing
life is going to get worse but instead things improve
they ride to school in a hearse and peddle hot fluid
in place of lessons they get to wonder as they grow
left wanting to consume vast chunks of the world
to fill the gaping need with flesh too big to fit
into the ambulance that came to collect them
and take them home to rest underneath
they baked a cake and put your name on it