I am pretty happy with this one. There’s a voice here. It’s not really mine. That means, if I can do it again when I want to that I might even have a novel in me. I have always claimed I can’t do dialogue to save my life, but many of these poems are dialogue bound, headed that way. This one is especially so. That’s why I like it so much. Technique.
It All Comes Out The Same
I am not graceful
and you tell me to dance but
I'll fall on my ass,
so I says to you
that fat men can't dance so well
and you say so what
because it all comes
out the same in the end, hey.
That's what I mean, you
old fart, you just don't
notice who I really am
when you pass it on.
April 1, 2009 1:26 PM
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1 week ago
Oh dear....fat old fart? Snort!
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Oh thanks Michelle, you think he is talking about himself? I kind of thought it was a dialogue and he was talking to me.
ReplyDeleteStill i would love to dance with you Christopher.
Well, I read it a fat man calling his God an old fart. Whatever. :) My farts are of pure essence. Never thought of as old.
ReplyDeleteJozien, I would dance with you, just not with agility any more. I stopped caring what I look like out on the floor.
Persona poetry is a wonderful thing. Embrace it when it stirs its head. :)
ReplyDeleteBesides, this is downright charming!
Thanks, Joseph :) downright charming...hmmm.
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