Teacups
Sat, 17 Nov 2007 at 01:00pm
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(If you've ever read any of Gertrude Stein's poetry, that is what this is modled after. Focus on sounds, images rather than 'making sense' as this... isn't intended to make sense. :P)
The World is made
of tea, Rose.
Rows and Rows and Rows
of teacups. The sky is half and half
snow is lemon and cream
and, yes, the sea is made
of tea. Tea. Tea. Tea.
see me cross the sea
in a chipped tea cup.
The steam forms fog, it's hot.
Locks and locks of chocolate
Marvelous magician lockpick
chalk on the sidewalk reminds me of
you wanted to wear a dress
I laughed and laughed, stopped short
stopped. stop-ped.
Your teary eyes and mine. I think
I hate dresses.
A teacup is like a sinking ship
and we, the pirates,
boiling in the sea.
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Yeah, I get it. I normally wail about grammar, but I fully see what you were going for here. Quite cool. -Kluny