June 5th, 2007

hmmm

there seems to be some blank verse happening

Say some nutritionists: what we crave most
tells us what we're allergic to. We go
for it, the story goes, from some whack urge
to gasp, turn red, inflame, stir pulse, spike blood
and otherwise exacerbate what ails
us---who should, they say, resist. Like those
disposed to drink, when all can see how booze
is killing them. So no more milk, or wheat,
or fish, or coffee bean, or anything
that doesn't kill (like life) but shakes you up
the very way you itch the most to shake.
My allergies are you, and wondering.
Two things. One doesn't stop the other one.
Why might it be, and what all could it mean?
avatar w/buff hat

a land speed record writing this one here

Why might it be, and what all could it mean?
I go to these so often, 'cept when I'm
such that I can't remember how you make
or use simple devices 'round the house---
exempli gratia: a bathtub bong.*
This time it's 14 lines, too, but extemp-
oraneous. Geez---lame enjambment, fflo.
Well, what do you expect, fflo? Genius? Shit,
you've had three hours' sleep in two full days.

(Am I to 14 lines yet? 1, 2, 3 ...)
I dash it off; I think it through not 'tall.
This is the very opposite of that
why it might be and what all it could mean
I'm so damned dogged by much the sober time.

*that line tacked on days later, for 14