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Please excuse the comma splices, tense changes, verbosity, etc. I was just a youngin' and now I realize the error of my grammatical ways. Plus, I preferred the flowery and descriptive writing styles of the early 19th century and beyond rather than the short, journalistic post-Hemingway-style of writing. I love intense imagery and descriptions in general. Still deciding whether I should edit my old poetry for grammar mistakes or take the Beatnik approach and fuck it.

Disclaimer: I only wrote/write on bad days. Grand days have never inspired me enough to write as I've always used writing as an outlet. A majority of my poetry is angsty, dark humored, or depressing, however, I don't have depression, and I'm not self-destructive or suicidal by any means. My writing is mostly a tenfold representation of the kind of day I was having at the time. Embellishing the realities of my bad days on paper helped turn them into good days. Not sticking my head into an oven anytime soon (or ever, actually). :P +10 points if you got the reference.

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Sunday, November 15, 2009

A Day at the Palace

"Let them eat cake,"
She sneered as she
Held a cup of sadness
'Companied by a plateful of
Degraded humanity;
That was on the menu tonight.

Bedazzled with jewels
Mined by peasants beneath her.

Liaisons with men in
Salons during afternoon tea
As Amadeus plays delightful
Laments and requiems
As she eats her cake
And exchanges cordials.

A wall away from nouveau revolutionaries
Erect on barricade
Equipped to invade.

Fallen society,
Gained notoriety.

Glass cup hits floor,
Glass is glitter and glamour,
Which sprinkles on stairs,
For she will fall
As flames hit wall.

Aristocracy expires.

Common man has won,
War has just begun.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

2-minute Haiku

Clowns

we're in the circus
husky shoes accompany
we all drive small cars

Hammerhead Shark

chomp goes her sharp teeth
munching flotsam and jetsam
adored brevity

Coffee Break

strangle latte boy
need a caffeine pick-me-up
where is my coffee