-scent

“Now, that was reminiscent”
after a somewhat dull conversation
she rang a silver bell to call in her maid
who wore white lace
and had gold linings
the curve was rather attractive
she smelled of tazo tea unpleasantly
perfume was never necessary
“Excuse me, I do not understand
what you are trying to tell me
right there
with that word
reminiscent”
I had made her laugh then
I was called a little boy that I never was
no, ma’am, I have never been a little boy
from your mouth the words came
but not once were they true
right?
“You will notice that
if you wrote that word
reminiscent
in cursive
on a grain of sand
(“yes, it has to be a single grain of sand, what are you talking about?”)
that the word is indeed
reminiscent.”

“I can’t tell you what it will be
reminiscent
of, but it will be
reminiscent
of something”
april air was cold
the kind of a march morning
rubbing earl gray on my goosebumps
and lips
and eyelids
I contributed to the eventual change
that will bring us down
sometime.
(have you been alerted yet?)
no Alice was there with us as long as I remember
but hell, we had me
and the silver bell
and the maid
so we were more than satisfied
far more than we needed to be.

satisfied
in that state
forever
(too much)
yes, we were
satisfied
until
entropy came
and brought us down.

I was a Buddhist anyway.

Meaningless Composition Requires No Vocabulary

In the air, the Earth, the sky, even the space. You can't see me from where you are. Oh, no, you can't. I'm just a fleck of shame to the world. I'm the bit of sand in your eye that no man can take out. I'm the one quark that didn't fit the rule and broke your heart. I'm the wet spot in your gun that had you knocked out. But, dear boy, how I loved you so. We loved so much, you and me and the world, and no one was there with us, near us, on us. When you drank tea, you would wipe your lips and shush. Shush, shush, shush, how did I lose it? Your lips are so chapped now and you don't drink no more tea. I lay on my back, on your side, and saw the clouds moan for us. I still don't think you knew I was there. Tips of your hair touched my neck; thanks for that, I liked it a lot. Grass was not green where we were, nor did it hurt my wrists. I spoke in prose to you.



Monosyllabic words?

This Is Just to Say

This isn't by me, it's by some sophomore, but it was the most brilliant of some 20+ This Is Just To Say imitation poems submitted to my school's literary magazine.



I have stolen
the tiger
that was in
the zoo

and which
you were probably
mating
with lions

I apologize
I could not resist
So bright and so violent