A buddy of mine apparently just dug up our old creative writing publication from HS and found some cheesy poem I had in there. Anyway I wrote this one in college, loosely based on my ex, and was fairly proud of it at the time. Kind of hard to read now, but still fun. Also I have to put in Code format because the shape matters. But that kind of gives it away, which makes it a little cheesy. It's only cool if you figure the shape out on your own, if then. But whatever. FYI - If I was reading it aloud I would go slow, with a lot of pauses.
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M
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If
beauty
is not path
nor infinite
source, nor
a deliberate
striptease of the
the layers of purpose,
then she is beautiful.
In gilded awkwardness an
insolent grace whorls and pre-
cipitates as a halting, flinching
thrust and parry into the wrought
black hull of inflection. Inflection
which neither grazes nor punctures. Of
a tongue, mordant and dry, but for the
rare streams of spittle which slip under
the inner fences of precursor and pratter.
Like a bitter line stitching the raw fabric
of a romantic comedy, the lent ear of hope-
fulness on a necklace with eleven others. On
a flat snare her intention bleats rhythms of
scintilla and flare--an ugly, suffering boom
resonates the marrow. But her nuzzle is golden
her touch sublime. Any hollow pretense, filled
in with a baleful glare. In perfect measure the
beaming strength and corrosive salt tears. A
tender throbbing clutch, and a shot of
quavering lust. If the whole is not
perfection, then she is
perfect.
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