even the pictures are meaningless!
I think we poets can take ourselves way too seriously. Sometimes we forget that the reason we like poetry is because we like words. We like how they sound, how they're put together, how they sound together, what they mean. Sometimes we use language because we think it sounds poetic. Sometimes we force rhymes, sometimes we force words.
The more I write, the less of these kinds of mistakes I make. Like all things, poetry takes practice. The poems I write today are not as good as the ones I'll write tomorrow and they are better then the ones I wrote yesterday.
Mostly, poetry is supposed to be fun. I have fun writing my poems with heavy themes and with meaning and passion and love. Poems where I choose all my words carefully and slave over the final drafts and constantly rewrite and revise and edit. These are things a serious poet should do, and, while i certainly enjoy doing this-- I like seeing my poems get better and I like seeing my words say exactly what i want them to say-- i thought it would be fun to write a poem that used a bunch of big words and a few rhymes. i wanted to write a poem that "sounded" poetic, but really had no deeper meaning then me, the author's amusement with words. Nonsense poetry is a nice release, I've discovered, and I used to write it a long time ago. here's one I wrote now and it's good to be back.
If you like this poem...
A revised version of it appears in my ebook, available both on Kindle and as a PDF. It will soon be available as a limited edition chap book. To request a PDF or chap book, Digging to China,click here.
Pungent vociferous Viking man
Laughing oddly at the rapidly growing moose brains
Eating heads and drinking blood
From the skulls of reindeer
With fur coats of gargantuan orangutan proportion
Raping and pillaging and tearing asunder
Magic man, spinning awe and wonder
Cattle fish cut vice grip flap jack
Wearing polish Armani sausage hats
And necrophiliac ants and frizzy
Nappy headed grease farms of juxtaposed vision quests
Reigning supreme with the Cherokee
The Choctaw and Sacajawea’s breasts
Milk white and firm
Pulled from a hat
Tales spun in the depths of night
Drunk on anti-freeze frostbite gin and marijuana
Dancing naked in the moonlight while the wolverines watch
And the cougars courageously laugh and smirk
Amidst swarming cantaloupes and lizard brains making stew to cure tuberculosis and psychosis
Californication has us
By the toes,
Slimy with jam.
all rights reserved. Copyright Justin W. Price, November 2011.
Thanks for Reading.
PDXKaraokeGuy, also known as Justin W. Price, is the managing editor at eFiction horror. Husband to Andrea, father to two dogs. writer.poet.baseball fan. tattooed. He is am amateur theologian with a rabid sweet tooth. He resides in a suburb of Portland, Oregon.He has a poetry book available for Amazon Kindle, and also maintains a blog, FirstBlog. His work has been featured in the Crisis Chronicles, efiction Magazine, The Hellroaring Review, the Bellwether Review, eFiction Humor, and the Rusty Nail. Please visit his profile page for more information. Thanks!
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