I really shouldn't promise things I don't really think I can keep, although last night I may have actually believed that I would/could write two poems for today. Admittedly I don't do anything at all so writing two poems is not a very difficult task. Maybe I can delve into something I've been looking into recently and go from there (I usually do).
Today
I can't say that this day
is any different then the next.
I don't know what tomorrow will hold
(so to speak)
I don't know what it won't.
So there is the little matter of what I do know
(which is really little, indeed).
I know about today
and the waste I've produced.
The wrappers taken off candy,
the toilets flushed twice.
But the real waste I say
is what I am doing with my life.
Too many hours laying sprawled out
all over the chase lounge.
I won't say it is lack of motivation
but that is only because I am far
too unmotivated to say it.
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I don't exactly agree with this poem and it isn't really about today. I don't want to get anyone worried. I don't really think I am wasting my life (as if you could do such a thing) and I don't flush the toilet twice (...)(I decided nothing else needed to be said, but still wanted to point out that I had more thoughts - and that lead to this long winded explanation).
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War Games
I am the Cheese.
The Speaker for the Dead
Eats, Shoot and leaves.
Doomsday ship,
50/50.
Good Omens,
Monster Island.
Red Mars,
Dark Star,
Slow Burn.
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This poem was done in a significantly different way then I usually approach poetry. Some readers have probably noticed that some of the lines are titles of books. In fact every line (including the title) is the title of a book. I took my keyboard over to my book shelf (wireless keyboards are great) and I started typing up titles for books as I saw them. In the beginning I was mainly just typing the titles as I saw them, but I decided to skip a few because they were too involved. Then with a little editing I stuck this together. It isn't a master work or even a great or good work, but I think it is interesting - and for me that is what I was going for with this experiment.
Copyright 2008 William Curb
Thursday, October 2, 2008
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