I COULD HAVE DROWNED

I COULD HAVE DROWNED

 

I just read about drowning

And that was a girl

I  am a man

And we are not about that

 

What are men about

YOu ask

We are about capture

And stuff

 

What stuff you ask

And

Stuff is what we think

Talk about

And stink

 

Stuff is after the capture

Stuff is the link

`tween recreation

And procreation

 

I could use help here

Just about now

Does anybody know

Or does the hot air blow

 

Hot air chaos they call it

When the point is totally confused

By unilateral chaos

That means we don`t know

 

----- Eagle Cruagh

Reviews

[sienikeha]

ha! weird. lol like a conversation with a beer. not "beer in hand" just beer itself.

[♪The Girl Next Do..]

We don't know indeed. Interesting poem. Unlike anything I've seen on here before. Very good!

[Rosalind Gale]

'Hot air chaos' - gosh, so much of that type of chaos I have been caught up in down the years. I found this poem frustrating in a good way - and telling, almost like I was speaking to a man I knew once. Thank you John.

Rosa -x-

[light and ashes]

Cute and amusing, nice write.

[MOON]

Clever and amusing , lovely write.

[eglantine]

i agree with katarina fully--it was almost comical yet with a serious tone

[Who Cares]

Wow, I love how the poem didn't have a real organization but you can tell it was intended to be like that, twas an interesting write. Men are indeed about procreation, tisk tisk, I like it nice work :D

[The Jay]

Distorted, scattered, amazing, intelligent, STUPENDOUS!

[Sleeping Maiden]

hmmm this was interesting... all the problems can be confusing indeed.

[Marie]

Blowing hot air across a point doesn't help, just makes it less sharp.