poetedge5455
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This is a silly one. The kind I write every twenty or so. It has a dated politicall reference I would like to change to save it, but our current administration just doesn't have the bite (yet). It is more of a spoken word piece than a page poem,, and I have performed it live. But I think it may live in that shadow realm of being acceptable as both.
Anyway, here goes.
CRUNCHY WORDS
This was supposed to be
a protest poem.
But my prose has gotten soft
I've been the sensitive guy
too long.
I've lost touch with the Bronx
boy who always carried
a blade, and never failed
to draw a line in the sand.
My words have been flying too high
in the abstract and latinate.
I have to tone up my nouns
Pack on some musclar verbs
and add some inches to my margins
No more brie and cabernet phrases
From now on I'm going
to use words you can feel
in your mouth like bacon wrapped hamburgers
words like quench, grunt and clockwork
I'm not surveying the scene
and acquiring information
I'm looking around and getting the facts
No more discussions, conversations and polemics
I'm going to talk, speak, bark and shout
No page-long sentences droning
how I'm melancholy and destitute
I'm going to shred my monogrammed
stationery, and write
"I'm sad and broke"
on a post-it
Any word of three syllables or more
is on the hit list.
I'll keep rubenesque for diplomatic reasons
but statuesque is outta here.
Your tall and thin, sweetie
hey it don't cost me in syllables or rhythm
and the word count nazis can
kiss my ass
My favorite words will be squelch and grommet
just for the sound.
Squelch!
Yeah, grommet might be a prententious
word for such a little item, but my grommet
could kick your fastener's ass any day.
I like those words so much I'm gong to get
two pit bull puppies
and name them Squelch and Grommet
and I won't train them so I'll have to yell
every day
Squelch! did you shit on the rug again?
Grommet, put that down!
no more poems that read like they belong
in ornate victiorian frames.
I'm gonnna write plain brown paper wrapped
poems that will set off metal detectors
and geiger counters
and get my name on the homeland security blacklist
Yeah, I'm going hardcore anglo saxon
gonna trade in my slender greek muse
for a six foot five valkyrie
with shoulders broader than mine
I'm going to tatoo
an exclamation point
on the side of my mouth
and write poems that read like a transcript
of a Tourrete's syndrome episode
This was supposed to be a protest poem,
but I'm not combat ready.
There are still some straggling
metaphors that escaped the
ethnic cleansing.
There's one now!
Get up against the wall!
So until the day when my words
are hard
and lean
all I have to say is
Squelch Bush
Squelch the War
And bring all our fine young
grommets back home.
Anyway, here goes.
CRUNCHY WORDS
This was supposed to be
a protest poem.
But my prose has gotten soft
I've been the sensitive guy
too long.
I've lost touch with the Bronx
boy who always carried
a blade, and never failed
to draw a line in the sand.
My words have been flying too high
in the abstract and latinate.
I have to tone up my nouns
Pack on some musclar verbs
and add some inches to my margins
No more brie and cabernet phrases
From now on I'm going
to use words you can feel
in your mouth like bacon wrapped hamburgers
words like quench, grunt and clockwork
I'm not surveying the scene
and acquiring information
I'm looking around and getting the facts
No more discussions, conversations and polemics
I'm going to talk, speak, bark and shout
No page-long sentences droning
how I'm melancholy and destitute
I'm going to shred my monogrammed
stationery, and write
"I'm sad and broke"
on a post-it
Any word of three syllables or more
is on the hit list.
I'll keep rubenesque for diplomatic reasons
but statuesque is outta here.
Your tall and thin, sweetie
hey it don't cost me in syllables or rhythm
and the word count nazis can
kiss my ass
My favorite words will be squelch and grommet
just for the sound.
Squelch!
Yeah, grommet might be a prententious
word for such a little item, but my grommet
could kick your fastener's ass any day.
I like those words so much I'm gong to get
two pit bull puppies
and name them Squelch and Grommet
and I won't train them so I'll have to yell
every day
Squelch! did you shit on the rug again?
Grommet, put that down!
no more poems that read like they belong
in ornate victiorian frames.
I'm gonnna write plain brown paper wrapped
poems that will set off metal detectors
and geiger counters
and get my name on the homeland security blacklist
Yeah, I'm going hardcore anglo saxon
gonna trade in my slender greek muse
for a six foot five valkyrie
with shoulders broader than mine
I'm going to tatoo
an exclamation point
on the side of my mouth
and write poems that read like a transcript
of a Tourrete's syndrome episode
This was supposed to be a protest poem,
but I'm not combat ready.
There are still some straggling
metaphors that escaped the
ethnic cleansing.
There's one now!
Get up against the wall!
So until the day when my words
are hard
and lean
all I have to say is
Squelch Bush
Squelch the War
And bring all our fine young
grommets back home.