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^ I haven't ever read Jane Mead, but what've I've checked out looks interesting! I'll have to dig deeper!
Here's a bit of a pish posh that I didn't know what to do with:
To: Judith Paranoia, From: Your Secret Admirer
“What will we do
When the sun kills the moon?”
Asks the infinitely expanding row
Of horribly macabre
Dying trees to me,
“Oh gee, Kenny G,
When did you get here?”
I respond accordingly:
“Through dreariest day
And sleepless nights
Beware my power
Reminiscent of termites.”
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Gazing at pictures
Of Maldivian leaders
Sent from my Verizon
Wireless phone,
Judith you must be able to see
How far I am from home.
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Reading this several times gives me this impression: S1&2 make me think of the destruction of canned culture.
N sends pictures of leaders from something as pure as Maldivian culture via one of the formost icons of modern culture to friend Judith. Is this Judith Butler?
I see the pish posh as lament, if that helps you make connections.
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Man, I haven't updated in a while. Still working on that manuscript, there may be more incoming.
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Rough draft, just wrote a couple minutes ago:
Please help Lara Flynn
Find her way in.
Try to not go out of
Your all to sensitive skull
As she whistles a tune
That appears to have no end.
She hits notes as high as
Kilimanjaro junkies
And as low as the
Amazon's barometric pressure.
Her suitors are outside as well
And they look a little like
Keebler elves without
The sweet reassurance
Of Rainbow Chips Deluxe.
"You misinterpret out intentions,
Ms. Flynn."
But the number of interpretations
Is limited like a seasonal dish.
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After Lara Flynn, I couldn't get Twin Peaks out of my head and this was as cryptic as that was. Kept hearing, "That gum you like is going to come back in style."
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It's been a while guys, I thought I'd update you all.
I have finished that full length manuscript I had mentioned previously and it has been entered into a few contests here and there.
In the meantime, I also finished a 20-page chapbook made up of new material. New material that happens to be some of my favorite pieces.
ALSO, I just this month I was published in the lovely e-litmag The Abstract Quill. It was quite an honor and my first published piece called Cul-De-Sacs which I hope you will check out here (it's a free pdf):
http://theabstractquill.com/wp-conte...ISSUE-PDF1.pdf
Thanks a ton, you guys. It was thanks to some of the feedback here that upped my confidence and has really helped me make strides as a poet. I will try to be more active once again.
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Oh yeah, here's the poem:
Cul-De-Sacs
By Tanner Boyle
Why does my enchantment
Feel like bared teeth?
Oh, brother of the son of man
Take that arrow from your hand.
And your leg, and your chalice
And take your corpse out of my palace.
I can admire the beauty of a human life
If it's loved and not a nuisance
And I can accept moral differences
If I'm not shot.
The right brain slaps the left
The cleft-lipped children scream
"Mother Mary comes to me!"
But I know it's a dream.
Go away Kony and your cronies
You of all people should know
Everything must go.
Everything must go.
Swimming around in the gene pool
I'm sure I saw her translucent skin
Reflecting off of halls of mirrors
And all immortal sins,
Creating caverns of solid steel,
Leaving me restless
And unable to feel,
Scratching its way through velvet cloth
And leaving me beaten like my path
And leaving me so lost.
It's quite plausibly undeniable
This circadian school of thought.
Whistling never seems so beautiful
And carpet never so mysterious.
And you spend your life span
Bragging about your life span.
Check please.
