by Tyler Joseph Wiseman
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
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Upon slumbering in darkened night I
Upon Waking to Perpetual Dusk
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Walking down the street,
laughter bubbles and froths
down the window of a faux victorian affair
until, finally settling in the gutter
flows down a rusted spilloff
I attempt to catch some
to carry in the golden cup of my hand,
which, already containing the wind,
dandelion wisps, a mixture of sunlight
and halogen leftovers from last night,
should make a fine feast for friends
Too much sex and coffee has me cranked up
like a Jester's box, taut and ready to spring
on a victim very much expecting
my poetry, which, like a cracker jack treat
is less surprise than anticipation
The words stick together on my tongue,
bound by the carmelized sugar of hope
daintily baked in the sun
until the inevitable metamorphosis
into the container which I carry words,
as another aquarius offering to quench thirst
Reviewed by Zenith Elliott 9/24/2003
Wonderful poem! ~Z~
Reviewed by Deborah Russell 9/24/2003
..." the golden cup of my hand" and ..."less surprise than anticipation"...
Nice turns and truths. Full of little surprises.
Reviewed by Jessica Stanfield 9/24/2003
Wow! This is splendid! Great job!
- J -
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|Reviewed by Kay P Devenish
|I liked this a lot.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|now this definitely surpasses second grade vernacular,doesn't it ;) i'm so impressed...|
|Reviewed by Adam Walsvik (Reader)
|This is absolutely gorgeous! I found it easy to read though it's far from simple. I love it when that happens.
|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|Greetings fellow AQ, great poem you penned here. G|