Feeds:Monday, Seventh Week
"Some people have nipples in weird places." -Leah, 03/12/2006
The following is from They Might Be Giants' "Stalk of Wheat":
I was looking for a friend (At the end)
At the end of the line, and it took me 'til the end of time.
I was all out of luck (Like a duck)
Like a duck that died;
I was all out of juice (Like a moose)
Like a moose denied.
I was all out of money like a bunny that's broke,
I was all out of work like jerk who's a joke,
And I was out of ideas, like I is, like I is,
Like I is, like I is, like I is.
And from 1945's "Aurora Borealis":
Inside of everything
Is someplace I've got to go.
It leaves me hypnotised
By the way I seem to leave
Everyone I've ever known
Well, Everyone I've ever known
And that's what today was like. Then I had pizza (Leah: "Wait a minute, pizza? That's not vegan." I: "I just bought a thing of milk.... I'll be vegan when it's done."). Hawaiian pizza.
Speaking of Leah, more 1945, this time "Make Out in the Dark":
I fall,
Every time she calls,
To an early grave
That's growing in her room.
With lips
Like ribbons on a gift,
....And sure enough, she's sleeping on the floor,
In a black shirt so long that I'm barely hanging on,
hanging on.
I suspect the reason that I don't write much poetry anymore is because everything has already been said, and better, by either 1945, Atmosphere, or the Magnetic Fields. Or the Mountain Goats, but I don't think I wrote many of those kind of poems anyway.
I did just uncover my collection of erotic Magnetic Poetry haiku, though. Maybe those'll be up here for the next post.
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