40 and 80
shades of black and blue
on that left arm
jaws sore from the rubber band
some life slipped out each time you withdrew
spending like you've got a job
you never even looked up to see our outstretched hands
yellow and green dreams
send you
then the world is yours
but you fall back harder
each time
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so, Floriz, you wanna guess what this one, turkeyneck, and blood sister are about?...although from different angles...
hint...it'll be an easy fuckin guess..heheh
rm
Hokay, so this one blew up in my face. Wow!! The 40 and 80 shades of black and blue! This is haunting, but its awersome. It almost makes me sweat. And, yes, it is painfully obvious what this is about, especially from the first line.
this one, specifically, is about a friend of mine, well, he was a friend anyway. he got way way bad off in this shit. he still is. did 2 months in houston this summer for an h buy when he was on his way home. he works in Wis., some oil field chemist thing. sad...one of the smartest guys i've known.
rm
the one before this, and blood sister, are of course on the same topic. but more from my point of view.
Well, being an impartial party usually allows for some of the sharpest observations, which you have accomplished.
you are far to optomistic about my writing :) thank you, my friend. as always, it is appreciated.
get up with some of your literary friends out there and help me get published.
:P
rm
Fo Sho. The observation i was referring to was in the last five lines. Dont be too hard on yourself. I spent all of last year in an classroom concerned chiefly with analyzing Shakespeare, among others, whom suck. Most poetry prior to WW2 is shit anyways, except for, obviously, the greats. But poetry as a movement was pretty much nothing until the beat generation. Soooo, we are living in the post golden age, my friend. Before the Beats and, consequently, all poetry since, poetic rhyme and rhythm was similar to Dr. Seuss nursery rhymes with things like " let me count the ways i love thee..." and other stupid crap like that.
WHOAH, i didnt mean Shakepeare sucked. Type-0
actually, i think shakespeare does suck. further, i believe NOW is the golden age of the truest truth-poetry. and we, my friends, are the heralds of THIS movement, of THIS age. we bring the truth, the joy, the rage, the pain. all else just begs to be recognized by us, or become recognizable through imitation.
huzzah for us. (and the other few greats of today)
rm
Toucher, my friend. violence, angst, the horrors of the human condition are at a level unparalelled in history. You make a strong, very sharp, pun intended, point.
But I still think Hamlet rocks.
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