I would (if I could)
oooh, YES!!!!! I would- submit,
lie down, die
sooooooo (yet on the other hand)
I can’t – damn. Damn, damn, damn.
n.m. = nevermind
you really wouldn’t understand (tear, cry, sigh, RAGE!!!)
once again my dreams-those shady, shady things
to pieces like snow
WHITE WHITE WHITE
or gasp! Like ash from the fire
Mt. Vesuvius fire, of my burning desire
for everything… and yet nothing at all
Goes the siren of life
That one remaining sign
The indicator, the world’s heartless placator
If your life goes to hell in a handbasket
-A tisket, a tasket!
Green and yellow baskets-
Superman will be there to save you after all.
After all, this is Hollywood babe……
Poof. The magician disappears in the end.
This is a "flarf" poem,
a type of poetic form that evolved from the criticisms of vanity publications. It's meant to be nonsense, mocking to the quality
of poems accepted to vanity publications.