meanings and poemsA Poem by Nobody.
words are wingless flies.
watch them fall on the page
and flop about wildly.
meanings are implied at best;
force fed at worst.
ball-faced stares bloom
into lemony smiles and bruised scowls.
new worlds are created of new interpretation.
Knew, if that awkward monster ever truly existed,
is drowning in its own regurgitated lies.
if you don’t ‘get it,’
then considered this:
maybe it wasn’t given to you.
maybe you have to earn it.
no two people give the same definition,
but, there it is,
waiting for you to constantly re-interpret
what love means to you.
poetry can’t be about knowing.
it’s all speculation;
shadow fingers groping
in the thought-textured unknown
for uncommon knowledge;
of undefined emotion.
if you want hard meanings,
dictionaries are what you need.
if you want to dance with a man-sized banana
on the edge of a woman-sized universe,
as golden stars explode inside of your river mouth,
and purple dogs sing Martian church hymns backwards,
where thewarrior moon gives birth to madness
and the KoolAid tastes like naked daylight,
you have arrived at your destination.
perhaps ewe half knot.
© 2012 Nobody.
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on April 11, 2012
Last Updated on April 12, 2012
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