Today is Bad Poetry Day. In honor of this awesome made up holiday, a poem for you from Jewel:
Insecurity
you don't call
I check again
I become uneasy--
is this a frame?
Suddenly I'm not so sure
I check my sources
each conversation becomes a crumb
how easily I'm led
how stupid I've been
to believe
you could be
loving me
you who can not be seduced
by anything other than
the temperance
of need
each one facilitating the next
and suddenly I see my place
the phone rings
you say hello
but I don't believe you
Deep, man. Deep.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Happy Bad Poetry Day!
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That poem was awesome. Were you trying to say it was bad? I don't get it.
Where did you get this picture? And do you know if I can get it put on a t-shirt?
Here's another...
snaggletooth, snaggletooth
oh for sooth i know not why
i just don't have the dentist fix you
it's not like i don't have the money
I own a copy of that book.
When I worked at a bookstore, I was flipping through it in the back while eating dinner. I dropped a breadstick smeared with cheese sauce on one of the open pages. One of the other managers saw me, which is why it didn't get put back on the shelf with a note saying "Mmmm...cheesy poetry" wedged into the offending pages.
Wow, you weren't kidding when you said "bad" poetry!
A haiku to honor Jewel's abominable poetry.
Wouldst Yeats doth adorn
Words with stickers and glitter?
Then no poet Jewel
You know, I think I could really start liking poetry, if it featured more half naked chicks.
Btw, the Australian Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Jewel?
Awesome.
I will believe anything a woman with a snaggletooth and C cups tells me.
I feel compelled to buy a van now that I have finally found the ultimate bitchin' painting for the side.
I'm a big fan of this genre and you are a master, BeckEye too.
May you both find greatness
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