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DieterM
01-26-2015, 09:52 AM
I read ‘The first half
of this year will be hard
for cancers’.
So I sit down on my faded red Ikea chair,
don’t budge,
write lousy poetry
while wiggling my legs,
bear the downstairs neighbour
who listens to a blaring house tune
again and again,
bear the upstairs neighbour
who’s moving her furniture
before vacuum-cleaning her parquet floor
in high heels.
My fingernails and toenails curl,
my beard grows over my keyboard.
I fight with words, and they fight back.
Everything feels lukewarm,
insignificant, pending.
Blame it on my
horoscope.

Hawkman
01-27-2015, 05:29 AM
I like the humour in this. An interesting take on loneliness and belief, cause, and effect. I'm reminded of the film, Stranger than Fiction. Will Farrel's character discovers he is a character in a novel and that he is going to be killed off. In an attempt to forestall the development of the plot, he hides in his flat determined to do nothing. A demolition crew turn up outside and rip the wall out of his apartment because they misread their work sheet and got the address wrong. You can't fight fate :D

Live and be well - H

DieterM
01-27-2015, 11:06 AM
… nor can't you fight horoscopes. Even if you don't believe them—as soon as you READ them, you're doomed, man! :cornut: I just hope you're not a cancer, my friend. Nor a virgo—THEIR annual horoscope was even ****tier. But, well, thanks for commenting.

blank|verse
01-28-2015, 01:24 PM
This is a nicely humorous piece, Dieter, and one I think we can all empathise with, particularly us sensitive poet types! :)

I'm reminded of Billy Collins's 'Another Reason Why I Don't Keep a Gun in the House' (http://billycollins1.blogspot.co.uk/p/gun.html).

There's something of Frank O'Hara in your poetry as well - I love the detail of the 'faded red Ikea chair'; and I like the reflection that 'Everything feels lukewarm' - perhaps the poem could have had more moments like this which suggest a darker undercurrent. I think it deserves a stronger ending than the last two lines, though. But your poems do share a light, sketchy quality with O'Hara's; and they're none the worse for that.