I hid it!
childish I know.
what is there not to understand?
I spend too much time doing crappy speed poems which lead to a lack of clarity but surely they are not that opaque?
why am I so confusing?
But they are confusing in a good way, span!
It's like abstract art in word form - I see what you are 'describing,' it washes over my senses and leaves me with a feeling of... erm... something...
Your words seem to sort of resonate subconsciously, but I consciously know not what...
If I knew why you were confusing, I wouldn't find you confusing!
O well, keep confusing me... it's not an unpleasant feeling...
"P"
good good.
I do apologise though.
Trouble is, you cannae always think of the reader it takes the fun out of it.
I do like the idea of being subconscious though, so whether that is true or not... thank you very much.
I have been told many a time that I am guilty of abstracting too much... ego that is ego!
Due to you being kind, I will explain the poem I so childishly hid.
Basically she sends stuff out, gives everything up to see what will come back (ie that rubbish saying, if you love something let it go, and if it returns it is yours)
and the only things that come back are the cat, the rent and the need to sleep.
boom boom.
see why I hid it. Quite depressing really.
I sincerely hope to keep confusing you.
Span
"it was only when he stooped to kiss me
as if to offer a christmas bonus"
From "Condition".
Oh the delights of having a "banker boyfriend"!
Gorgeous black humour.
The All New Pepsoid the Second!
The All New Pepsoid the Second!