My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.


Girls can fight/Guys can pout

on the west most corner
of the school yard
all of them are just
for the main event that
doesn't really want to start

just might break out
in the open air of the playground
swirling leafs
come to rest for a

ring around the main
  not too short
  not too sweet
no thuds on the head
no nails on chalkboard
can stop all the waltzing around
  the conversations
  the center pieces
that transpire

circling inward
the crowd
presses for
  a flash point
  a ignition key
  a starting gun
and then as if on queue
the lunch bell rings across the grounds
muffled by the grass
bounced off the tire swing
and they all file into
the feedbag milk train
even the two at the eye of the storm
would rather eat
than brawl


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice goBuick. Pretty hefty stuff. I ain't got much eye for posey but it seems good so far. Will try to comment more intellectually in future.


4:23 PM  

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