Inspector Journo

Inspector Journo

A Poem by Calo
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I have put together a collage of titles from a writer who I think has interesting titles and made a poem of them. jacob erin-cilberto

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above the standard fare

     (a private’s mailbox -

      the myth of growing up)

the humming bird quit humming.

inverted apostrophe,

rosary buttons

on the sill, still.

raging blade,

only loud enough not to hear the raindrops

in dylan’s world:

swayed not to be played,

all the while

static boogie,

confusion,..

last call

beneficiary.

 

the chefs nocturne -

almost puberty and such -

another damn sappy love poem.

nothing but a little love poem

on monday afternoon.

roses aren’t always red.

     (dead red)

companions,

who set the table?

a muse with no conscience,

discord,

reveller.

a stretch of road on a saturday night...

there’s a light on somewhere.

the prom is for prose

circumventing the average mind:

stir the emptiness so it can’t settle.

forget dating services, just order at the counter

 

scene -

looks like a wishing well smile,

rain.

too many sides to the story...

the water parts with dry notes,

useless tokens,

empty tomb.

paw prints on the glass:

a storms melting wake

the day after

mute marionettes.

 

before the loose leaf lies surrender.

away day,..

the day after

cigarette burns and loaded years:

the birth of suicides:

thesis of us.

an older man recalls tomorrow’s dreams -

what the scholar can’t see,..

a question of commitment.

wine goes better with awkward silence,

arrested by feeling,

other things;

suggestive interrogation -

accessories,

battle,

empty confessional.

 

reading glasses

covering my eyes:

second hand love

the seed:

cold friday in the rain,

colors of the rage

more than a flicker

in chambers,

and it never really cleared.

it’s just a name -

the thingamagig by the watchamacallit  

(titles are idle).

 

she’s the “love me not” pedal.

used to be you, in haiku.

 

sunday at the old poets home,

23 fitzroy road,

a stalled font,

used lanterns,

icicle cake:

“hi, welcome to fool’s paradise”...

nope -

interruption.

     (it’s a matter of semantics;

      ripe adverbs and maudlin sunsets,

      voices of then and now

      where the real classics are found...

      imaginary number of an almost beautiful mind)

 

unusually usual,

anne’s compliment (for Sylvia, maybe):

moist testament

backing into your traffic mind.

better get the car fax,

notebook skywriter -

initials carved in the wood

wallflower.

shhhhh...

      (outline of an orchard theme)

a crooked eros bow

run-ons

  run-ons

    run-ons

     run-ons

       run-ons...

almost a paragraph worth of pink slips.

 

a melody that sleeps with the fishes -

opiate obstinate -

get off my page

hidden agenda!

bumper stickers!

days in re-verse!

tranquil conflict!

 

jelly smears

might be where i’ve been...

to the critic:

demolition (X 9),

when it’s always march in my mind -

dimming shoes,..

cinderella’s epiphany:

intersection blues.

alms for cold palms.

bare trees from autumn lips -

the fries are still frozen.

 

we’re just numbers, no titles.

poetry intolerant.

detroit 1968, and

deliciously criminal.

that didn’t happen, but something did:

act II,

the poem bum -

argument of how it was.

a 1957 love poem.

buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

 

remove the plastic before writing .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2013 Calo


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I would call this plagiarism, not poetry, in each & every one of your poems, all you've done is steal the titles from other poets, for shame.

Posted 11 Years Ago


0 of 5 people found this review constructive.

shallimarRose

10 Years Ago

OK I have to weigh in here.. I hope this is not what started this whole thing.. This is not plagiari.. read more
Princeps Angelus Mors

10 Years Ago

That's kinda exactly what I said above...
shallimarRose

10 Years Ago

yes i saw that after i posted in on the other page with the debate.. shallimarRose

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