mrsmead

Ok, poetry wednesday, eh?

I would love to post some things I have written here, but my self-consciousness simply won't allow it. Perhaps another day if I can muster the courage.
I don't have a copy of this particular poem on hand, so here's the line I can remember:

I shall create! If not a note, a hole.
If not an overture, a desecration.
-Gwendolyn Brooks from "Boy Breaking Glass"

Actually, I had a whole buncha lotta stuff I wanted to post here, but I think I'll just start posting one each wednesday. You should, too.
Here's one for today:

hold on, it's a belly laugh

it would be good to get
out of here,
just go,
pop off, get away from
memories of this
and all
that,
but staying has its
flavor too:
all those babes who
thought they were
hot numbers
now living in dirty
flats
while looking forward
to the next
episode on
some Soap Opera,
and all those guys,
those who really
thought
they were going to
make it,
grinning in the
Year Book with their
tight-skinned
mugs,
now they are
cops,
clerk typists,
operators of
sandwich stands
horse grooms,
plops
in the dust.
it's good to stay
around
to see what
happened to
all the
others---only
when you go to
the bathroom,
avoid the
mirror
and
don't look
at
what you
flush
away.

-Charles Bukowski

maybe i'll post some haiku tomorrow
i nap now before my second class *yawns*
laters, y'all