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Binny Bots Beenzy Beenzy Binny Bots Binz

 

On the toilet

I write poetry

Poetry that stuffs its bra

And peddles a bicycle to meet the boys on the pier

I plant my toes in the dirt

And watch plants grow

Butterflies stumble drunk

Off the nectar

On the edge of my bed

I daydream

Either about the girls I wish I had

Or the ones I wish I hadn’t let go

For these days I find myself alone

Laying naked on the bed

Imagining the sheets holding me knees

Were yours

Upstairs, my neighbor is beating his floor with a broom

Yelling, “keep it down, your heart beats too loud, I can’t sleep!”

Yet I hear nothing

For I am wandering through the clouds bare foot

Looking for somewhere to lie down where you might find me

I taste the residue of love on my finger tips

I clip my nails

I toss them from the sky

The scars on my face carve into my skull like memories

The moon peaks a blushing face into my window

My belly hangs low

Inside, there lives a clumsy squid that spills my gut

Down the block I glimpse my childhood

I shout

Pick a color!

Pick a number!

I bite into a fortune cookie

And swallow my future

Down a grassy hill

My stomach flips cartwheels for a girl

With small tits

It wears no pants to stain green

On a branch

There are two robins gossiping

They murmur “that boy is crazy”

I blow them kisses

I was crazy

I am crazy

There are a bajillion things that I want to do before I die

One of them is to live forever

Another is to believe in love

Then fall in love

I’d like to do that a couple times

I’m old enough to count to 100

Yet not old enough to know who I wanna be when I’m grown up

There is a fork in the road

I want to go straight

I want to turn around

I want someone to tell me which way to go, cause I don’t know

And under my pillow I used to put my teeth

And wait for the tooth fairy

It’s been a while since she’s seen me

I write her a note

It reads

 

Come back, I miss you, I’m sorry

 

In a parked car I sit

Feet stretching for the peddles

Steering through the street

Going a hundred

Thousand

Trillion

Beep! Beep!

I’m a cute kid missing a tooth!

I want to make mistakes and be forgiven

I want them to tell me I’m only human, s**t happens

Hold me in your arms as I grow too large for them

Don’t let me go just yet

Hold me

If for only a little bit longer

Hold me

Hold me

 

 

 

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

I generally don't like to pick particular lines out of a piece--everything in context, and the whole breaking the butterfly on the wheel thing--but the first four lines of the poem are just flat-out standing-ovation issue writing.

For those stuck in the horrific no-man's land of the time between, say, fifteen and twenty-two, there are no straight and easy pathways (cf. "I want to go straight/ I want to turn around"), and the path into full-fledged, card-carrying adulthood is a sputtering, hesitating, two-steps-forward, three-steps-back kind of process, and moving from the carefree, often fantasy-based life of childhood (cf. "I am wandering through the clouds in my pajamas"--not to mention the title, which almost sounds like a jump-rope piece of doggerel) to an adult lifestyle which often holds much less promise than we would have liked (cf. "I am poor/ I was poor"). The short lines, the jumping from idea to idea reflects the whole uncertainty and tentative nature of this particular time in a man's life. This is powerful, intelligent work that smacks of genius.

[DavidRyan]

I love this. The way that it feels like a dream. How quick the characters appear and how, in such a short space, they become alive. Well done.

[perfectlymetiKulous]

This was marvelous... just magical, and I'm so glad that it's the first thing I've read this morning.
This was so exquisite almost to the point of painful; it was just insanely brilliant.
I don't mind telling you that I'm radically jealous. You're extremely talented.

[Bella]

This is such a great poem! The ending was amazing too:

"Hold me in your arms as I grow too large for them
Don't let me go just yet
Hold me
If for only a little bit longer
Hold me
Hold me"

Great write!

[jay-lyse]

i enjoyed the way the words flowed... the images in my mind from every line were so vivid .... the way you fliped from one perspective to another like something so insufficient to being inlove than to being a child was amazing ... but i have to admit at first i was a bit confused but after reading it again i totally get it n now im completely speechless :-)

[The Reticent Receptioni..]

i like this a lot; i'm not sure the imagery in your first few lines is consistent with the rest of the imagery, but that doesn't necessarily take away from the poem. :D

[Deron Anthony]

wow! i like it a lot. very abstract. my favorite line is
"upstairs my neighbor is beating his floor with a broom yelling " keep it down, your heart beats to loud, i can't sleep!" yet i hear nothing."

[THE LOST ROSE]

I have to go with Bridgey on this one I do not understand what this poem is about. This is one that I need an explanation of and then send another read request to me so I can read it again. What is most upsetting is that I love the flow and heard a constant beat behind it and I love those style poems. Great job with that tactic this one just went over my head. Help me.

[mick weller]

great stream of consciousness!
'live forever.. before I die'
ah, but once is enough.. to fall..
trouble is, other fuckers keep moving the goal posts

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

You're smarter than me. And so are the reviewers below. I didn't understand anything with this one. Which doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it. I read it twice, but I don't get it. The flow was great, and there were some one-liners that were dope. But I'm not smart enough to understand.......