05-28-2015, 07:00 AM
Woo! First poem posted on this site! Don't hold back. Its not exactly in perfect meter, but definitely rhythmic-ish, and that rhythmic-ish-ness is what I'm mostly trying to improve here.
Get Away
Jaundice absconded the blonde in bondage,
cold furrow burrowed in his brow.
Driving a Hummer, the mids of summer
hemorrhage mirage on the prow.
The wet heat made him sweat, but lest he forget
twenty thousand blue-and-whites in the chase,
the sirens howled, and the little girl growled,
through the duct tape binding her face.
“I’m not bad, I’m not good, but if my feet worked I would
dance with night furies ripe for the lead.
But I can’t so I won’t, I’m not mad, I just don’t
know god through staccato in my head.
“You’re not bad, you’re not good, but if you could
would you like to dance tonight if I led?
Oh that’s right I'm all wrong, so lets just sing along
And enjoy the blood moon instead.”
“Mmmph, mmhhm” she growled, through a skinny red towel,
“hhmmhmphhmphhhuuhmphmmphhmmhpmhmmmmphphuuphphmmhhmmph”
“hmmhmmmphmuuphphhmmphhuuuphphhmmmhmmmhmmhmmmhmmhmmh.”
“mmmmmhmphmphm huhuphphmhphmmmhphm.”
The cops shot first. Everyone died. The end.
Get Away
Jaundice absconded the blonde in bondage,
cold furrow burrowed in his brow.
Driving a Hummer, the mids of summer
hemorrhage mirage on the prow.
The wet heat made him sweat, but lest he forget
twenty thousand blue-and-whites in the chase,
the sirens howled, and the little girl growled,
through the duct tape binding her face.
“I’m not bad, I’m not good, but if my feet worked I would
dance with night furies ripe for the lead.
But I can’t so I won’t, I’m not mad, I just don’t
know god through staccato in my head.
“You’re not bad, you’re not good, but if you could
would you like to dance tonight if I led?
Oh that’s right I'm all wrong, so lets just sing along
And enjoy the blood moon instead.”
“Mmmph, mmhhm” she growled, through a skinny red towel,
“hhmmhmphhmphhhuuhmphmmphhmmhpmhmmmmphphuuphphmmhhmmph”
“hmmhmmmphmuuphphhmmphhuuuphphhmmmhmmmhmmhmmmhmmhmmh.”
“mmmmmhmphmphm huhuphphmhphmmmhphm.”
The cops shot first. Everyone died. The end.
-"You’d better tell the Captain we’ve got to land as soon as we can. This woman has to be gotten to a hospital."
--"A hospital? What is it?"
-"It’s a big building with patients, but that’s not important right now."
--"A hospital? What is it?"
-"It’s a big building with patients, but that’s not important right now."