Name: Anonymous 2009-01-17 6:15
Hi /book/,
I know it's late and a Friday night, but I was wondering if anyone wouldn't mind critiquing poetry. I really apprec. Thanks.
"Hockey Poem"
I like that hockey and hokey look alike
'It seems appropriate', I say, nodding my head,
B/c when I am out having In-n-Out with you
And we're hitting important points about
"The state of the economy", or
"The pursuit of higher education", or
"The social implications of Obama's inauguration",
I feel as if I'd much rather be
Hitting hockey pucks back and forth with you, or
Going roller-blading in the park with you, or
Speeding down a hill on our our bikes
Helmetless, like I used to do
With every girl i met for the first time.
But no, we are cool college kids now and we
Discuss politics and listen to Radiohead. Jaded.
Emo. We don't do that stuff anymore.
We have grown out of cartwheels.
We have grown out of cul-de-sacs.
Instead, we go to frat parties and
We drink shots of smirnoff and
We smoke stoges in the cold.
Now at Starbucks, you are sipping your latte,
Nails enameled and hair in a neat perfect bun.
You just got off work, and you ask,
"So what kind of philosophy are you into?"
And I know, I know i could entertain you with talks
About traditional thought, theories, topographies,
And totally analytical turns in history,
Nihilism, Romanticism, Existentialism, Modernism
Nothing, Nature, God, Geist, Connect and Disconnect...
And it's true, these things are important to who I am, but
Right now,
Outside, it's just stopped raining,
And I can see
Rainbow oil spills in the streets
And I know, I just know,
Behind those dorky glasses, you've got a mean-ass
Slap-shot, and if we got together some hipsters and some nets
We could have ourselves some real hokey fun.
I know it's late and a Friday night, but I was wondering if anyone wouldn't mind critiquing poetry. I really apprec. Thanks.
"Hockey Poem"
I like that hockey and hokey look alike
'It seems appropriate', I say, nodding my head,
B/c when I am out having In-n-Out with you
And we're hitting important points about
"The state of the economy", or
"The pursuit of higher education", or
"The social implications of Obama's inauguration",
I feel as if I'd much rather be
Hitting hockey pucks back and forth with you, or
Going roller-blading in the park with you, or
Speeding down a hill on our our bikes
Helmetless, like I used to do
With every girl i met for the first time.
But no, we are cool college kids now and we
Discuss politics and listen to Radiohead. Jaded.
Emo. We don't do that stuff anymore.
We have grown out of cartwheels.
We have grown out of cul-de-sacs.
Instead, we go to frat parties and
We drink shots of smirnoff and
We smoke stoges in the cold.
Now at Starbucks, you are sipping your latte,
Nails enameled and hair in a neat perfect bun.
You just got off work, and you ask,
"So what kind of philosophy are you into?"
And I know, I know i could entertain you with talks
About traditional thought, theories, topographies,
And totally analytical turns in history,
Nihilism, Romanticism, Existentialism, Modernism
Nothing, Nature, God, Geist, Connect and Disconnect...
And it's true, these things are important to who I am, but
Right now,
Outside, it's just stopped raining,
And I can see
Rainbow oil spills in the streets
And I know, I just know,
Behind those dorky glasses, you've got a mean-ass
Slap-shot, and if we got together some hipsters and some nets
We could have ourselves some real hokey fun.