Three mimipoems
SpelunkingI remember you
deep and vacuous
and claiming
there was simply more to explore
Supremacy
So many people
walked with high heels
over the grate,
leaving wicks
of skin
and yards of nylon
Miscegenation
Finding hundreds of
curly black ants shriveled
with their mouths
on their asses,
she dropped the sugar
deftly out back
posted by OrangeDrink @ 7:40:00 PM
2 Comments:
vacuous sounds kinda cruel. as if, yeah, there are many caverns to explore but there's simply nothing in those caverns... my impression of the poem. i went, "ooooooh, that's sad." it's an interesting contrast though, if you think about it. yeah, there is tons to explore, either here where you will find nothing though you could be searching all your life or somewhere where you might find less to explore but something more worthwhile. fuck if i know though what you had intended when you wrote the poem. and now i am just ranting. anyway, that was the first thought that popped into my head.
it is a sad poem.
Frankly, they're all tounge in cheek satires, but they've still got emotion. or at least, they're supposed to.
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