Write a Spontaneous Poem - Page 15

Shawnee123 · 02-06-2008, 08:34 AM

Tobacco is a dirty weed
I like it
It satisfies no normal need
I like it
It makes you thin it makes you lean
It tears the hair right off your bean
It's the worst darn stuff I've ever seen
I like it

(I cheated, not spontaneous...this was on my grandpa's tobacco holder thing. I must have read it a thousand times over the years because it's committed to memory.)

Giant Salamander · 02-06-2008, 01:20 PM

He leans on support beams
In a bar in New Orleans
As the shadows and corners
Stow devious things

She's there across hardwood
In a tight little dress
Drinks hard-hitting cider
Dark hair, swollen breast
He slides to her side;
He'd take nothing less
Eyes blaze sapphire
Harder than the rest

She closes in soft
Makes love with her hands
She leads him out back
Into black, misty lands

Her home is a relic,
Yellow paint, yellow dust
He doesn't see a thing
Only curves, only lust

Her rooms, empty caverns
Her white skin like ice
Her bed smells of mothballs,
Of old piss and lice

Her lips, silky leeches
Her teeth used with care
The tips of her fingers
Do more than their share
To transform his body
To blind skin and hair;
The last thing he smells
Is his blood in the air

She lies with him, wilting
For hours on end
Her own brassy man
Her own secret friend

"I'll love you forever,"
Her words at his ear
"'Til your bones turn to dust,
And I'm empty of tears."

Heh, Cyclefrance's poem inspired me. Bars and mating dances and whatnot. It happens to be a gloomy, tornado-warning day outside.

Giant Salamander · 02-06-2008, 01:34 PM

Hunker down and slap you silly
Here's a friend; his name is Billy.
Hair is purple, eyes are red,
Only 'cause he's in your head.
He'll be anything you want -
A rusty spoon, an elephant.
And if his dick promotes distress,
He'll shed his crotch, and grow some breasts.

monster · 02-07-2008, 04:57 PM

I've got an ache on for bacon
but I want to be thinner
calorie-free bacon
that would be a winner
Or something to stop me
wanting bacon for dinner

HungLikeJesus · 02-07-2008, 05:33 PM

That's what the vomitorium is for.

lumberjim · 02-07-2008, 06:20 PM

salamander, are you really writing these poems?

cuz damn.

Giant Salamander · 02-07-2008, 08:25 PM

I am indeed. Making silly/fucked up little poems is what I do with bits of my free time anyway; I just figured it'd be more entertaining to write them here, where I don't have to wonder how to word something better, and they come out more...spontaneously.

By the by, it'd be interesting to see how a modern public vomitorium would look.

monster · 02-07-2008, 09:39 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Giant Salamander

By the by, it'd be interesting to see how a modern public vomitorium would look.

The ladies' bathroom at Vogue magazine HQ, I would think.

Giant Salamander · 02-07-2008, 09:01 PM

Wash our clothes
In the kitchen sink
If any's left
It's just red ink

If they saw her
Never fear
Landlord thinks
We're raging queers

If she stinks
We'll crank the fan
Bury her deep
In desert sand

Drive through pitch
As Vegas snores
Don't you fret
She's just a whore

Giant Salamander · 02-07-2008, 11:27 PM

Heh...was thinking a big long urinal-esque thing against the wall, with gripping handles...and a garbage disposal? Who knows!

monster · 02-07-2008, 11:53 PM

Perhaps, in this age of recycling, it might be more like the local dump/recycling center, with different receptacles for each grade of barf. Obviously there would be an "allergy aware" section for peanut-free barf. Should we consider carrots, i wonder?

.....big silence.....

OK so in the UK, the standing joke is that barf always contains carrots whether you ate them or not. Does this humour extend beyond the borders of the British Isles?

Shawnee123 · 02-08-2008, 08:53 AM

Nah, we just laugh at corn in our poo.

Trilby · 02-08-2008, 11:36 AM

I'm
fucked.

it's an imagist poem.

monster · 02-08-2008, 08:03 PM

I'm liking it....

Giant Salamander · 02-08-2008, 11:03 PM

Love is tender
Love is sweet
Love is a freight train
Made of meat

Love is fickle
Love is cold
Love is a ticket
Long since sold

Love is foolish
Love is blind
May as well be
A cantaloupe rind

*Happy V-Day. I hope it sucks. Unless it is good.

02-06-2008, 01:20 PM	#2
Giant Salamander Deity of Dogs Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Austin, TX Posts: 114	He leans on support beams In a bar in New Orleans As the shadows and corners Stow devious things She's there across hardwood In a tight little dress Drinks hard-hitting cider Dark hair, swollen breast He slides to her side; He'd take nothing less Eyes blaze sapphire Harder than the rest She closes in soft Makes love with her hands She leads him out back Into black, misty lands Her home is a relic, Yellow paint, yellow dust He doesn't see a thing Only curves, only lust Her rooms, empty caverns Her white skin like ice Her bed smells of mothballs, Of old piss and lice Her lips, silky leeches Her teeth used with care The tips of her fingers Do more than their share To transform his body To blind skin and hair; The last thing he smells Is his blood in the air She lies with him, wilting For hours on end Her own brassy man Her own secret friend "I'll love you forever," Her words at his ear "'Til your bones turn to dust, And I'm empty of tears." Heh, Cyclefrance's poem inspired me. Bars and mating dances and whatnot. It happens to be a gloomy, tornado-warning day outside. __________________ random artstuff

02-06-2008, 01:34 PM	#3
Giant Salamander Deity of Dogs Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Austin, TX Posts: 114	Hunker down and slap you silly Here's a friend; his name is Billy. Hair is purple, eyes are red, Only 'cause he's in your head. He'll be anything you want - A rusty spoon, an elephant. And if his dick promotes distress, He'll shed his crotch, and grow some breasts. __________________ random artstuff

02-07-2008, 04:57 PM	#4
monster I hear them call the tide Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Perpetual Chaos Posts: 30,852	I've got an ache on for bacon but I want to be thinner calorie-free bacon that would be a winner Or something to stop me wanting bacon for dinner __________________ The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity Amelia Earhart

02-07-2008, 05:33 PM	#5
HungLikeJesus Only looks like a disaster tourist Join Date: Feb 2007 Location: above 7,000 feet Posts: 7,208	That's what the vomitorium is for. __________________ Keep Your Bodies Off My Lawn SteveDallas's Random Thread Picker.

02-07-2008, 06:20 PM	#6
lumberjim I can hear my ears Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 25,571	salamander, are you really writing these poems? cuz damn. __________________ This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality Embrace this moment, remember We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion ~MJKeenan

02-06-2008, 08:34 AM	#1
Shawnee123 Why, you're a regular Alfred E Einstein, ain't ya? Join Date: Jun 2006 Posts: 21,206	Tobacco is a dirty weed I like it It satisfies no normal need I like it It makes you thin it makes you lean It tears the hair right off your bean It's the worst darn stuff I've ever seen I like it (I cheated, not spontaneous...this was on my grandpa's tobacco holder thing. I must have read it a thousand times over the years because it's committed to memory.)

02-07-2008, 08:25 PM	#7
Giant Salamander Deity of Dogs Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Austin, TX Posts: 114	I am indeed. Making silly/fucked up little poems is what I do with bits of my free time anyway; I just figured it'd be more entertaining to write them here, where I don't have to wonder how to word something better, and they come out more...spontaneously. By the by, it'd be interesting to see how a modern public vomitorium would look. __________________ random artstuff Last edited by Giant Salamander; 02-07-2008 at 08:39 PM.

02-07-2008, 09:01 PM	#9
Giant Salamander Deity of Dogs Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Austin, TX Posts: 114	Wash our clothes In the kitchen sink If any's left It's just red ink If they saw her Never fear Landlord thinks We're raging queers If she stinks We'll crank the fan Bury her deep In desert sand Drive through pitch As Vegas snores Don't you fret She's just a whore __________________ random artstuff

02-07-2008, 11:27 PM	#10
Giant Salamander Deity of Dogs Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Austin, TX Posts: 114	Heh...was thinking a big long urinal-esque thing against the wall, with gripping handles...and a garbage disposal? Who knows! __________________ random artstuff

02-07-2008, 11:53 PM	#11
monster I hear them call the tide Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Perpetual Chaos Posts: 30,852	Perhaps, in this age of recycling, it might be more like the local dump/recycling center, with different receptacles for each grade of barf. Obviously there would be an "allergy aware" section for peanut-free barf. Should we consider carrots, i wonder? .....big silence..... OK so in the UK, the standing joke is that barf always contains carrots whether you ate them or not. Does this humour extend beyond the borders of the British Isles? __________________ The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity Amelia Earhart

02-08-2008, 08:53 AM	#12
Shawnee123 Why, you're a regular Alfred E Einstein, ain't ya? Join Date: Jun 2006 Posts: 21,206	Nah, we just laugh at corn in our poo.

02-08-2008, 11:36 AM	#13
Trilby Slattern of the Swail Join Date: Jul 2004 Posts: 15,654	I'm fucked. it's an imagist poem.

02-08-2008, 08:03 PM	#14
monster I hear them call the tide Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Perpetual Chaos Posts: 30,852	I'm liking it.... __________________ The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity Amelia Earhart

02-08-2008, 11:03 PM	#15
Giant Salamander Deity of Dogs Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Austin, TX Posts: 114	Love is tender Love is sweet Love is a freight train Made of meat Love is fickle Love is cold Love is a ticket Long since sold Love is foolish Love is blind May as well be A cantaloupe rind *Happy V-Day. I hope it sucks. Unless it is good. __________________ random artstuff

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