Meat Grinder strands of gristle laden flesh mottled snake tongues kiss and cling blood bright skin to skin: a sloppy robust cable buckles and slaps wet coils mounded on waxed paper at the grinder's foot. roots of teeth, knotted ligaments submit to the dense conic spiral, heavy metal churns downward...

A solemn moment has clearly arrived.

As Originator of this thread, I now pronounce you Manna and Fife.

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mat: where I come from too, mat. I'm referring to a joke mickey posted on a thread of mine.

no offense intended. I think often the difference between being a 'celebrity' and a 'nobody' is pure dumb luck.

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yeah, maybe an innocuous poem, but it is amusing and sweet and one senses
a distinctive voice beginning to emerge.
and there's nothing wrong with lower case in poetry.

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Hi violet I read this sans the introduction, and have yet to hear LC's Puppets song. On its own, the poem held my interest, even intruiged me. The image of the grave cut perfectly to the contours of the body is a powerful one. More such images might bring the work from interesting to moving. On a ph...

Here's the revised, truer version, mickey.


Today
I finished reading a book
of short stories
so clever
so brilliant
they inspired me
to read only shit
by nobodies on the internet
lest I
never write again.

But I am a quote serious unquote writer. With HUMUNGOUS quotation marks, of course.

Oops, my bad.

I mistook the 'tude for that of a young man.

Yikes. where to start? Mickey: I have to admit I'm amused. It is a little known fact ( because I made it up) that Neil Young is actually from PTBO, ONT. In truth, his Dad Scott, an excellent sportswriter in his time, lived nearby, near a town called Lakefield. And I've not given up on Laurie, though...

Violet: Your observations are interesting and intelligent. I'm not sure I'd want to take the thing too much in the direction of 'Haiku-ness', for fear the casual intimacy that was part of that evening might be lost. And indeed, LC's lyrics do not come across as cliche at all, nor does his poetry. So...

imaginary friend wrote:Love your poem JR. It was so true to the atmosphere of the Tour concerts. And to Leonard's very sexy, who-cares-if-it's-a-cliche, style.

say imaginary friend, for someone imaginary you bang that nail head true. Thanks!

You didn't write the poem you are trying to describe. You are describing a poem you wanted to write. As you were. This is cute rhetoric that means nothing. I wrote the poem I wanted to write.You were incorrect on 'namaste' and off base on the champagne bubbles. Why not just acknowledge that, instead...

[quote="Alan Alda"]I'll bite...I like the sentiments, but the process is a bit of a mess. I'm surprised at the problems here if you are used to posting at a "serious" site. Your first 'sentence' is incomplete. well, technically I suppose a colon should end it- will fix "spor...

Oh, an Ontario boy or girl! I'm glad you posted this here, I enjoyed it. I love the image of the hat singing. I was tempted to go the Hamilton concert, sounds like it was great. All the best Cate who is currently in Hogtown but originally from the Limestone City. Thanks Cate, I'm a PTBO guy now, bu...

did enjoy it manna.

Though it suffers a bit from reading like, well, a list.

If each line somehow built/related with the next/previous more, the work would have more power.

the little scenario at the end rings true for such a character.