Stop Gawping at these Words

Stop Gawping at these Words

A Poem by Daniel Frank Eaves

An experimental poem I once wrote, inspired by E. E. Cummings.


Stop, look and



                 listlessly scran the words of

the page. Dote scoff

          slow                               down

Calm thyself with thought-butter

 Arm thyself with fort-butter

Harm thyself with fore-bluster


       Slow                                      back

back                     down……

       someonesaydioudon’t            read

each letter of each word each time

    You scran the oultine

                      Create your own word

        Why not?

And when you don’t comprehend a certain




       that’s where the brake


In your consent-ration will be. be.

    On guard for thin kings

you already know what’s about to

cone, up into the sky like a frisky

Comcorde - you’re scanning mechanism

    Slow                                    dawn

(when you try)


I’m wearing an inky glove and

pawing my heart out

don’t tote those presumptious shades

          like this was a passing highway,


© 2013 Daniel Frank Eaves

Author's Note

Daniel Frank Eaves
There are no spelling, grammar nor punctuation errors in this poem - do not be fooled. Anything else is fair game though.

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Added on September 9, 2013
Last Updated on October 3, 2013
Tags: experimental, metaphysical, E. E. Cummings, wordplay, pun, philosophical


Daniel Frank Eaves
Daniel Frank Eaves

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