(Bad as I wanna be!)
She stood in the shadow of doubt
wondering where she had left
for Chicago in the down pouring reign
of terror. The half-baked plans
of mice and men, two cats and a lemur
scurry for shelter in the last bastion
of human kindness, groping and squeezing
ten pounds of excrement in a five found note.
All the while, Lancelot rode astride Guenevere
’s goat, slapping it’s hind quarters and
shouting, “Who’s your good knight?
Who’s your good knight?””
But I digress.
In the winter of his content
the young forlorn lad had bought a soda and shook
hands with the devil knowing full well
he had better not make any deals
until all the cards are on the table and back on deck.
The shuffling of music on his mp3 player
constituted a contract ratified by two-thirds
cup of flour and three eggs beaten
to a bloody pulp. Fiction is good.
Bloody pulp fiction is badly written.
And the promise of tomorrow
never comes but next Tuesday will
be here by Thursday as the crow flies
(and gnats, and all God’s creatures
grate and stall like the dickens) until
her train arrives in the Windy City,
long after her beans have been digested.
Where did you think the wind came from?
Written with fond memories of every non-musical Lennonesque piece every written, badly. Pretty badly. Bad enough to stand up and take umbrage! Or take a seat. Take the 'A' train, and you're back in Chicago. The full circle of life cereal. Well, no actually, Life cereal is square and is great with slices of.....
If that was meant to be bad, it failed. I liked it. I liked the way you broke up the lines and sections.
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"But I digress.
In the winter of his content
the young forlorn lad had bought a soda and shook
hands with the devil knowing full well
he had better not make any deals
until all the cards are on the table and back on deck."
I love the phrase "in the winter of his content."
Thanks Wendy. The more bad I tried to write it, the less bad it became, proving once again that there is no bad poetry, only bad grammar. (Don't ask me what that meant, I'm tap dancing here.)
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