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How much poetry could there be?
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April 28,2008 by burkett_matt
It seems like whenever I check the recent blog list - it's overflowing with poetry!
Maybe it's just my aversion to poetry in general. Or maybe it's my opinion on poetry. Who knows. It's just that poetry - to me - should represent something personal to the writer. Not an ode to a pen. I'm not personally attacking anyone, don't get me wrong! It just gets under my nails like so much dirt how fast a poem can be written in comparison to a book, or even a ten page short story.
Example:
Oh, pen.
You're so shiny and sleek.
Oh, pen.
I've over-used you all week.
Like a lover caresses the skin with the blade of their finger,
So have I rubbed on your plastic casing - so slender.
Oh, pen.
I like feeling the girth of your weight.
Oh, pen.
You've leaked on my shirt for God's sake!
Do you like all the short words in this poem I've planned,
So I could stroke your full length with the palm of my hand?
Oh, pen.
I fear we have taken a turn for the worst.
Oh, pen.
I am getting aroused more by each verse.
Like a sick phallic chorus of pornstars does this poem transcend,
A climactic build-up for a premature end.
(See what I mean?)
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