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Closing Remarks, Jones' Fifth Rant
Pestilence and maggotry,
festerance and fallacy,
take me 'way and let me be!
Synthesis of red-hot flails,
penitence of buxom nails,
scanty-clad in pustuled scales,
I want nothing of these tales!
Tenor sax runs high above,
let it fly like a white dove,
simple yes? What I speak of
you'd never admit that you love!
Pestilence and maggotry,
festerance and fallacy,
take me 'way and let me be!
Seven dwarves could never see
all the things you mean to me,
baiting serendipity
whenever I visit thee!
Salmonella taints the cake,
watch me struggle as I make
antivenom (and a steak)
from your dreaded rattlesnake!
Pestilence and maggotry,
festerance and fallacy,
take me 'way and let me be!
Cornered in the bathroom stall,
wondering if I'm at all
able to resist the fall
foretold in graffiti scrawl?
Sense and sensibilities
wander out complete with fleas,
shuddering at their disease
while I scan the Seven Seas.
Pestilence and maggotry,
festerance and fallacy,
take me 'way and let me be!
festerance and fallacy,
take me 'way and let me be!
Synthesis of red-hot flails,
penitence of buxom nails,
scanty-clad in pustuled scales,
I want nothing of these tales!
Tenor sax runs high above,
let it fly like a white dove,
simple yes? What I speak of
you'd never admit that you love!
Pestilence and maggotry,
festerance and fallacy,
take me 'way and let me be!
Seven dwarves could never see
all the things you mean to me,
baiting serendipity
whenever I visit thee!
Salmonella taints the cake,
watch me struggle as I make
antivenom (and a steak)
from your dreaded rattlesnake!
Pestilence and maggotry,
festerance and fallacy,
take me 'way and let me be!
Cornered in the bathroom stall,
wondering if I'm at all
able to resist the fall
foretold in graffiti scrawl?
Sense and sensibilities
wander out complete with fleas,
shuddering at their disease
while I scan the Seven Seas.
Pestilence and maggotry,
festerance and fallacy,
take me 'way and let me be!
Published 13th May 2011
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13th May 2011 3:16pm
This was written for Cori Story's challenge to write "a poem that makes absolutely no sense. No technique; completely vague and cryptic to the point that, even you, don't know what it means."
it could very well have made sense from your subconscious, and was too rhythmic and structured to be considered to have no technique! i love it though. haha, and we should let Cori be the judge of all this. [:
13th May 2011 8:07pm
Ahhh, I thought "technique" meant things like metaphor. No structure either? Hmm. You're going to kill me, you know. *wanders back to drawing board*
13th May 2011 8:31pm
i suppose that's all between the two of you, but i took it that way because i knew that would be the challenging bit for you. i'm just butting in, don't mind me, Dear. it's a magnificent load of nonsense, really! :D
Anonymous
13th May 2011 10:55pm
I agree with Jes, though maybe this is as cryptic as your mechanical mind's willing to go. :]
I love it, though. :]
I love it, though. :]
13th May 2011 11:07pm
Alas, I am heartbroken! My life lies in tatters!
Perchance my second attempt is more to your taste?
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/19792/
(And yes, I think that my "mechanical mind" was severely bent by this challenge, haha.)
Perchance my second attempt is more to your taste?
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/19792/
(And yes, I think that my "mechanical mind" was severely bent by this challenge, haha.)
Anonymous
13th May 2011 11:16pm
I never said that this isn't to my taste. I just liked that challenge because I'm irritating and want to convert everyone to nonsense. ;]
