Poems you've written

Hey /book/, I wrote a poem last night. Your thoughts?

Shitting turds into an ivory toilet basin
By Anon

Imagine a place
where fear is a virtue,
and mind readers
a crime.

1873 was the year Judas died.
He had always wanted
to seek knowledge
and scientific
enlightenment
through empathy and momentary
foreseeability.
His dream was not vitiated.

A pair in the bush can mature
to much more,
but one in the hand
will be quickly extinguished,
its life forces ripped out
in a ruby-brown haze.

THE PROMETHEAN

Erasmo the saddle maker, yet unsainted,
Chased the Pescaran breeze from his shop windows
To the briar bush, where it had blown
His stitching ropes, the guts of mountain sheep,
In tightened knots, which sang to him--
A drumskin each, a dimension reduced--
Until he snatched them up, set off for the luthierie,
Bade the fiddle-maker string up his vielles,
Which, from that day forward, sang in less of a widow's cough,
Having learned the rudiments,
The vowels and consonants of human speech.

TIME

Time,
My time,
Is but a piece,
The merest smithereen,
Of wax.

Sky-spewed and fallen,
Up...!
On a lowly, mitey termight,
Whose grace is suffering,
INHALATION
OCCLUSION
An oesophageal tract's contraction action.

He is choking,
Up...!
On the splinters.

>>3
>mitey termight
You can't be serious. "Merest smithereen" is good though. "Contraction action" is terrible.

What's with the weird punctuation...?

OH DEAR GOD THIS IS HORRIBLE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgSPaXgAdzE

>>4
"Merest smithereen" is good though.
no it's not

ITT: faggots