Tried my hand at poetry

10Aug10

I’m not used to writing poetry, but it felt alright I guess. It kind of goes with a space story I’m writing but am having a difficult time with proceeding through. You know how it is, you get a certain way in and you realize you can’t write to the calibur that the previous couple of thousand words have been in so you feel kind of like shit.  Maybe I’ll post some of that story once I have more written on it. In the meanwhile try to enjoy I suppose, if you’re the poetry reading sort. As always, criticism is wanted.

Is this summer is this

The time of our lives that we frolic

That we run rampantly through the streets

That we judge another by the sweat on their skin

Than the quality of their love-making

Is this summer the time that we die

The time that we sing in couplets

To mourn the loss of our shells

And cast aspersions at our own good standing

And breathe a sigh of relief as the world sees us tremble

Sees us crumble under the weight of its own fanaticism and depravity

We’re drug seeking deviants

We care not for your pity, your weak and weary

We care for our own behalf, our own weakness

Our own weakness we wish to cover with trivial conceits

We give to those deserving, we seek wanton desire of war

And sex

We seek the fight and we seek the unforgiving sky

We seek the drop, when all flights of fancy melt

Into a damp chocolate, grainy and saccharine

Like sex

From our pantheon in the heavens we watch

We watch and we fuck, we drink and make merry

We proceed as the gods have proceeded before us

We spit from our Olympus, to the earth

Trying to wash away the crudeness of peace

The dullness of temperance

And the profligate sequestering

Of sex

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