Bah.
I think I may try that 100 poems thing, which was supposed to have begun upon the rise of the new year, but I'm not sure I had the motivation nor the desire at that particular juncture. Whatever case, being as the product of such follies always ends up being utter crap, I think I will keep them locked up in this little hole for now, because this is simply experimentation. I dislike poetry because of the commonly held misconception that unconventional verse supposedly holds a wealth of emotion compared to traditional prose. I like to twirl words, butcher them, eat them up and throw them up in the air, watching them fall down to the floor at odd angles. There is no meaning attached to that. I'm not really sure one can even infer meaning into words anymore, but they are most often very nice to look at.
#1 the responding dance
"She is unusual too, that girl"
which was as much a compliment
as she'd ever been given
by someone who had always favored praise
for those that had earned it
coveted it
and dedicated some sort of effort to it
before completely abandoning the idea
that one is defined by opinion
rounded by speech
and decoded by descriptors
pinned loosely through flesh and hanging like jewelry.
Using opposite words
and if one was to render "unusual" in complimentary context.
she was extraordinary too,
even if she had crossed walking feet
and flyaway knees
that skewed her carriage
and made her walk in perfect circles.
this girl, though,
she could dance
she could move her oddly proportioned
figure into spirals and curves
arms beating wide against the sky
eyes like plates swallowing the scope of it
seeing like eating and moving like speaking
but not like anything you'd ever seen
with her head pointed squarely upward
her hand on her chest
and her thumbs hooked into her flesh
peeling away the excess
and revealing her beating heart.
#2 equations
I dislike the numbers in people
the figures that illustrate their mechanics
because they are bound to operation
break very easily
and refuse to acknowledge the idea
that one could betray their origin
with water up to their chin
and find themselves knee-deep
in everything that represents
the end of function
the disintegration of parts
the disruption of routine
and a strange desire
to be eaten by something much larger
and much more imposing than numbers
because as mathematics we fail
because I can justify a number
I can add it, subtract it,
and divide it into its most simplistic root
and it will never have aspirations
to be anything more than a combination
of multiple things.
#1 the responding dance
"She is unusual too, that girl"
which was as much a compliment
as she'd ever been given
by someone who had always favored praise
for those that had earned it
coveted it
and dedicated some sort of effort to it
before completely abandoning the idea
that one is defined by opinion
rounded by speech
and decoded by descriptors
pinned loosely through flesh and hanging like jewelry.
Using opposite words
and if one was to render "unusual" in complimentary context.
she was extraordinary too,
even if she had crossed walking feet
and flyaway knees
that skewed her carriage
and made her walk in perfect circles.
this girl, though,
she could dance
she could move her oddly proportioned
figure into spirals and curves
arms beating wide against the sky
eyes like plates swallowing the scope of it
seeing like eating and moving like speaking
but not like anything you'd ever seen
with her head pointed squarely upward
her hand on her chest
and her thumbs hooked into her flesh
peeling away the excess
and revealing her beating heart.
#2 equations
I dislike the numbers in people
the figures that illustrate their mechanics
because they are bound to operation
break very easily
and refuse to acknowledge the idea
that one could betray their origin
with water up to their chin
and find themselves knee-deep
in everything that represents
the end of function
the disintegration of parts
the disruption of routine
and a strange desire
to be eaten by something much larger
and much more imposing than numbers
because as mathematics we fail
because I can justify a number
I can add it, subtract it,
and divide it into its most simplistic root
and it will never have aspirations
to be anything more than a combination
of multiple things.