Autopsy Of A Poem:

[RevRainbow]

Bullets didn't ricochet off

the real Superman!

How could they at

point-blank range!

Toe-tapping tadpoles

embarked on a row

of fallen decayed tree limb

listen to iambic pentameter:

da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

Is what I write what I mean?

Analyze me; my poem-words?

Moreover, most

too intellectual (right side)

miss the subtlety

of heart-words (left side)

-or is it the other

way around?-

not from the cheat-book.

Do I rely, yes,

on the dictionary for spell-check;

I, who thought Thesaurus

was a Jurassic mammal;

scurry to the Ninth Collegiate

for definition or,

use same for replacement

of the common word;

write for the asses;

not the masses

for whom synonym

is tasty on French Toast?

Symbolic;

symbiotic;

psychotic?

Write what I feel-think;

not to impress;

digress;

oppress;

repress;

depress, but

express-emote

emotion;

notion;

motion;

-line breaks,

da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

Superman is dead;

tadpoles into frogs become,

croaking analysis,

small hearts;

small brains;

legs to be eaten;

expanded air-puffed throats-

ribbit,

ribbit.

Catch a fly on your tongue;

gunshot wound to the head-

life is too short

no matter how long you live.

Cause of death:

Frustration

(didn't take Advanced Composition),

and therefore did succumb

his words too oblique

for him to self-critique.

Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

Edited April 24, 2008 by RevRainbow

[Qryos]

~ I so love you

I really like this... never knew you were into liquid poetry!

[RevRainbow]

~ I so love you

I really like this... never knew you were into liquid poetry!

Ahh, Q, there are a few liquids I am into!