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[vriad_lee]

i know it's half-baked and maybe doesn't even make sense, but just to get rid of it, just to get rid of it, because i won't stop editing until i actually post. i got rid of another one already thanks to the magic of email, and now this one. goodbye. be well. drink you milk eat your pudding suck your jelly-fish brush your teeth et cetera

shooldays by moi


going up those steps
losing a sandal
pressed by the multitude
shouted at
in the morning
first grade
crouching
to get it back
how i learnt
to hate my sandals,
my feet, and myself
that and previous,
following days

Comments

[poemtree.livejournal.com]

but the half-baked poems are the best ones. i mean, at least bukowski thought so.

[vriad-lee.livejournal.com]

but he was a PEDOPHILE, no one cares what he thought!

[vriad-lee.livejournal.com]

does that poem makes sense, i mean do you understand what's happening in it? when i have to be very economical in english i don't know if what i say makes any sense at all

[poemtree.livejournal.com]

i understand, yes, but not enough to feel comfortable in offering you a concrete response.

[vriad-lee.livejournal.com]

well, what i tried to describe was this: i'm walking up the stairs, in a crowd of schoolchildren. it's an early moring, and when school opens, everyone is let in at once, so there's a real crowd moving upstairs like some tide, and my sandal slips off my foot, and i have to crouch to fish it from under other people's feet while everyone is pressing and cursing etc.