High School Heirarchy
by Natasha Anne Rose Bowman
Friday, August 29, 2008
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As we dabble in the construction of bathtubs,
Fluorescent strobelights flash behind our eyelids.
Popularity, my dear!
Can we dance, can we dance?
You tell me to flex and point
( B A L L E R I N A )
But your idea of a POINT
Is truly an ANGLE.
I am the nucleus of life.
Can you decipher my creation?
Can you piece together that which is unfinished?
We’ll gamble away our existence,
While hopefully discovering the inevitable.
I’ve never typed a stanza
( I A M B I C P E N T A M E T E R )
Structure is nonexistent.
Ten , two. Ten, two.
“Like” is the ketchup of our conversation of late.
You tell me you prefer mustard,
while smoothing on the puréed tomatoes.
Can we, like, dance?
Weather or not you join me,
My feet are beginning to twitch.
My feet are twitching, and I am not pointing.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|This is cleverly concocted. Your verses made me go back and read again. I usually do not do that. You express so much in this poem. It is indeed worthy of much more than a single reading. Thank you, Natasha. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|I guess I had missed this one as I was in Milwaukee at the time, another great write dear, you are great with the usage of your words. Thank you for sharing Natasha.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Interesting write and very well done.
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|wow--a wonderous array of words that say so much so well--love the metaphors|