there seems to be some problem with the submision pages... they just don't load. i'm sure it is being corrected, but impatient as i am - and only connected a few minutes / day - i thought i might just post it here instead.
it came out of a rush and flush of conflicting funk in my head.
but really for an audience of one.
i declare this the thread of silly (but true) poems of love for those who love, or for those who have loved, or for those who would like to.
spread the
/nob
Written in Haste on Napkin
No,
I will not bend over
and let you shove
your self importance
up to scrape my gums
from behind.
This is it, and you know
how I hate and I hurt
from the suphuric acid
of your aimless sputter
nudging bricks
in an illusionary neat wall
seemless seamless
but askew
from the ground up
until it crumble and fall.
Like you,
getting wound up
petty, unpretty
undignified, untrue
un-you.
Get your babbling babble
baloney brigade god damn out,
once and for all,
put a knot in that snout
and last, mark my motherfucking words:
I love you
dearly
for
ev
er
&
ev
er
and
where
you tread
I kneel to mould
from your imprints
in sand
or in mud
replicas
in gold
of your pure
perfection
more wondrous
than fiction.
And no,
there is no
contradiction.
// Kacper 2004 //
it came out of a rush and flush of conflicting funk in my head.
but really for an audience of one.
i declare this the thread of silly (but true) poems of love for those who love, or for those who have loved, or for those who would like to.
spread the

/nob
Written in Haste on Napkin
No,
I will not bend over
and let you shove
your self importance
up to scrape my gums
from behind.
This is it, and you know
how I hate and I hurt
from the suphuric acid
of your aimless sputter
nudging bricks
in an illusionary neat wall
seemless seamless
but askew
from the ground up
until it crumble and fall.
Like you,
getting wound up
petty, unpretty
undignified, untrue
un-you.
Get your babbling babble
baloney brigade god damn out,
once and for all,
put a knot in that snout
and last, mark my motherfucking words:
I love you
dearly
for
ev
er
&
ev
er
and
where
you tread
I kneel to mould
from your imprints
in sand
or in mud
replicas
in gold
of your pure
perfection
more wondrous
than fiction.
And no,
there is no
contradiction.
// Kacper 2004 //