Title: GOLDEN TRASH
Poems: 31
Repeated heads: love, people, sex, loneliness
Guest appearances: Serge Gainsbourg, Nicholas Sarkozy
Texture: abrasive tenderness, tender abrasiveness
Personal grade: somewhere between a C minus and B minus
Page length: 51
Written: mid-September to mid-November
Closing lines: "...on both eyes, kiss them./ Relieve the world of proof."
What's new: psychadelic explosions; simple love gestures
Will: not send out, put in drawer.
And so: on to the next one...
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2 comments:
Love that title.
Would love to read this thing, but I understand the drawer imperative.
Could read and comment. Or read and not comment.
Part of this request is selfish, of course. I've got some free time on the horizon, and I would like to have my mind bent a little by your golden trash.
Strategy has poisoned me and I'm trying to dry out.
I like the title too. Kind of sums up what I hope a poem can be.
Hey, I'd have no qualms palming a copy off on you. By "for the drawer" I mean that it probably isn't worth losing hundreds of dollars of readers fees on.
Feel like this might just be an arrow pointing to a new direction. Faint and leaner now, fuller and stronger if I keep refining it and following it.
Strategy: I hear you. The poison one lives by. If it doesn't kill you, gives you a litte of its power.
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