I just got done spitting something out like two minutes ago. It all started by looking at a picture in my room. Here it is.
Medallion
600+ faces melt into one of this town
Down and out, it's only 50% at best now
A simple bout when you throw in the towel
To never again be here full time is a simple vowel
A medallion, maybe 8x6, is the most proof I've got
48 months squeezed between a bunch of grass and trees at a resort
4 to 8 months more and all those memories are a last resort
Used on a day caught between walls, exchanged for life support
Buoy up after bobbing down
Catch your breath, head on out
The front door's been waiting and your thoughts: disintegrating
So just get out before you see it all disappear
Here's some sticky tac so you can stick to the path
It'll defend you from a sick attack by that sycophant Grass
He wants to play you, stain your knees
But you know that's not you now; you know that's silly-- you wear jeans
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Frankly, I like this one better than Traffic Jam. This one is a little more formal, with the rhyme scheme and all, but, it is still well done and most of the rhymes, for the most part, do not seem forced. Not perfect, but damn creative. You should be proud of that.
ReplyDeleteI like Traffic Jam as well, it is just that the stream of conscienceness thing is hit or miss for any poet/author for their particular piece. I still like the poem, the stream of conscienceness just needs some time I guess. Keep trying with it though (irony haha).
All right, I'm gonna give you a cliche "keep it up" now, ok?
Keep it up, and I'll keep reading.
-Matt Girolami