Sorry, I just macked on your style like a cheesburger

[darkerdreamer]

Sorry, I just macked on your style like a cheeseburger..

Sometimes I see a poem on the forums or in the submissions that inspires a piece. This is where I give credit and post my copycat pieces. You're welcome to do the same, just include the original.

break me into
microscopic particals
that spell out our fuck
when viewed through
a 1000x lens
something that the
naked eye would only
make out as
imagination run amok
but its more
in my eye, it is the all.

A boy named Microdick,
or--at least--that's what she called him,

he probably had a real name, once.
She had a mean streak to her.


"So is it a matter of size,
or that endless void you have
that I fail to fill?"

Microdick had a mean streak of his own.

(edit: probably should have picked a less awful copycat to start the ball rolling, but I like to set the bar low. )

 

[4degrees]

ha...nice.
i woulda said bottomless gash instead of endless void. my microdick is prolly meaner than yours though.
anytime that you are inspired by any of my...whatever it is, i'm stroked like you wouldn't believe. and trust me, you do it to me.
i think when i re read myself sometimes that it must be something that i stole from you, subconciously.

 

[darkerdreamer]

ha...nice.
i woulda said bottomless gash instead of endless void. my microdick is prolly meaner than yours though.
anytime that you are inspired by any of my...whatever it is, i'm stroked like you wouldn't believe. and trust me, you do it to me.
i think when i re read myself sometimes that it must be something that i stole from you, subconciously.

Agreed, bottomless gash would be way better... I really need to get off of the "infinite" words, they eat up my poems.

And yes, your microdick is way meaner than mine, my microdick is relatively friendly-- as much as a microdick can be.

 

[darkerdreamer]

Here is one that went back and forth a few times with the always lovely RF, turns out I forgot a response. This one has some length, I'll just link the first parts and post the last one to prevent a jumbo-post.

part 1
part 2
part 3

And part 4:

She watched as he slowly walked and stopped to look back. She knew she could not withstand another confessional. He knew her, body and soul. Knew, what to say to break her resolve. Lost in memories of scandalous conversations, letters written and her hearts tell-tell pitter patter, she did not see the rain start. Her soul mate stopped, replaced his cap and begin his journey back.

As he sent a gob flying into the mud, he couldn’t help but think how much more the ground could of used the moisture had it not been storming.

“A waste, most things are…”

With a sigh, and look of gloomy resolution, he took the advice his father had always given him, and “cowboy’d up”, wiping the unidentifiable drops from his lashes. He could only thank the heavens for the rain, in case anyone should see him.

Were he a marathon runner, this might have seemed like a great accomplishment, but to the man, this was pure defeat.

 

[darkerdreamer]

Title and some formatting stolen from Brown_Eyez here.

It's the Way

It's the way you sneak off the futon
at two AM, the way I pretend
not to notice (this time),
and the quiet latch of the front door.

It's the way you say
"it's not you" so nonchalantly,
because you damn sure know
it is me, and you.

It's the way you sweep me under
that same futon to sleep soundly
with dust-bunnies and condom wrappers,
until you reach under searchinh for me again.

Mostly, it's the way you
change the way I was,
from a broken padlock
to a polished skeleton key, to all your skeleton closets.

 

[normal jean]

weirder than that, there are these 2 old ladies (here in the US), in their eighties, I believe, who have been mailing a hot dog back and forth to each other for over 50 years.

some folks need a hobby really bad, dontcha think?

 

[wildsweetone]

sorry i just macked on your style like a cheeseburger

sorry to sidetrack here, but on our tv news a week or so ago, there was an item about people who had kept cheeseburgers (Mackers)... one woman had a perfectly in tact cheeseburger that was 20 years old. now, what good can come of eating something that stays in tact out in the world for 20 whole years, i ask. and what good can come from someone keeping such a thing?

strange world.

dd i like the imagery you use in your mackers.