Oh jeez. I like literature of all forms, and at the U they put out an annual publication of student/staff submitted art, poetry and short prose. Most of these people are just TOO melodramatic.
Someone tell me if they think this is art:
skin
more like flesh
on a rope
to be
tugged
twanged
with a generic beat
an unsuccessful melody
like vents
steaming
fogging into the chasm
spilling over the frost
which is dew
subjected to a loss
of heart
??? What is that even supposed to be about?
Someone tell me if they think this is art:
skin
more like flesh
on a rope
to be
tugged
twanged
with a generic beat
an unsuccessful melody
like vents
steaming
fogging into the chasm
spilling over the frost
which is dew
subjected to a loss
of heart
??? What is that even supposed to be about?