The Paste Up
What is the meaning of this
Random poetry
Made into Art that bleeds
Posted all over public property
Unless
Less random than need
And demanding of reality of belief
Such that the words
By analysis
Of feeling
Might read
Can you please try to
Define this
As a real Human feat
Of effort to be sure of
What the real fact to the matter is
In what the words [...]
Archive for September, 2007
The Poetry Paste Up
25 September, 200725 September, 2007
The Unknowable Poet’s Best Met Sum
When the fun
Men are having
Is that of some
Other male company
They forget the run
In female minds
Reminding why
In Angels
True teaching rely
That they turn away
From such a day
That could’ve been sublime
In favour of
A peaceable lie
So honour
The women whose lives
Are spent young by time
As a minority among
Men no other women will touch
For a man’s [...]
The Cure of Teenage Depression: song of motherhood’s love strong
24 September, 2007The Cure of Teenage Depression: the song long of a mother’s love strong
They tell me these days
Teenagers have depressed ways
Yet of our every tomorrow
Has the world already such sorrow
That the feeling they describe to me
As though illness be
No real clinical depression
But not more than
Just ordinary normal need for
Being accepted
A real person
With real Human feeling
And the [...]
What to you an embarrassing cut, paints me as the dozy . . . but.
24 September, 2007After the Wallabies Won 20th By Four
Scary Muslim bag lady
Wonders upon what lately
That curly haired cowboy
With Artistic professional employ
As he instructed belief
Her fashion not yet in grief
Only her own work brief
That evening he drunkenly
Confused her for having had of him
An idea they would met
For the words of a poet
Were never written to hide in a [...]