Saturday City - Fashta

Saturday City - Fashta

A Poem by jinjahman
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mergers and acquisitions - poetry style! I thought these 2 parts belonged together because each is so odd in itself and diametrically different from each other!!

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PART 1
I understand the depths of here
but none of the now strata
I go beserk at the idea of yesteryear
things like perestroika
the images fade
but I still see you...
there was something 
different about you
You had the flu
 but we walked in a 
  smokey winter saturday city
   with capes and funny hats
     and pints and promises 
       and smiles and introductions.
        I was so proud and 
       you were a little baffled
      Now I'm a little baffled at 
    how these memories measure so well
across a plaqued bed of ancient neurons;
whereas I cant remember . . 
if it was the green or brown bin last week;
but the reflection of you behind me, 
in the creaky car door 
lasts for kerbs of light years
Dont call me a Neuron Blond,
a phrase
misogy-neur-istically spawned,
For no praise.
PART II
If Fashta were a name
I would be her brother
If Fashta were a game
I would win her
If Fashta were terrifying
I would be more afraid
If Fashta was a book
I would leaf through.
If fathoming this you sunk
then I-O-U a slam dunk
For Fashionista's
it is neither wordplay nor riddle
but somewhere near the middle
Goodbye Fashta
My old imaginary friend
Only I know
you are so.

© 2010 jinjahman


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imaginary, real, i wonder at the difference. this doesn't help haha. well written my friend

Posted 13 Years Ago


Interesting imagery in this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


"kerbs of light years"..."Neuron Blond" .. I know Guinness is good, but this is better.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love the first part - really so emotive - the description of the walk in smokey winter saturday city is reminiscent of the post-moderns' sweetness in urban setting, the admission that the memory was only valued after loss is excruciatingly recognizable. I don't like to think that this was an imaginary friend, though, it's too real for that.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Great work. Very well written. Very very well written.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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jinjahman
jinjahman

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