Part I Ribbit ribbit says the hiccup, Top o’ the day says the pleasantry. Go crazy say the appendages. Ears on heightened alert I don’t mind I don’t mind I don’t mind Every instrument with adjustable equalizer Part II Whatcha up to? Suckin’ on the yerba, matey Howsabout yerself? A little down. Part III Can I do anything… anything… add a little sunshine? Find a cure for squamous cell carcinoma. I'd have to consult a medical dictionary (or ask you) to properly understand what that means. It doesn't sound good, however, and I'm sorry to hear that. No it isn't good… poor guy... now it's just a waiting game Part IV Who? Dutch. Dutch? Four years later she was a he. Part V How’d we not know it was a boy? No… Someone has cancer? My cat. Damn, man, I thought you yer talking about a person. Are u stoned? Are you? Yeah. Your cat has cancer? Yes. Part VI Was it a smoker? I can’t say for sure… but his roomed smelled a bit funny. Part VII I apologize. I have not had the emotional attachment to a pet (much less the loss of one) to understand what you must be going though. I know some people will think I am insane, but I love him, he's my little buddy. It's sad to look at him and know that he will be dead soon Part VIII Klingons celebrate life... try that. Do you think Harry Potter will die soon? He will forever live in our minds. Yeah... I love you. I love you too. (silence)
Hey, that's quite well written, I like part IV and VIII the most. I don't quite understand some parts, though. Love, Borut
cheers, borut... i get that lack of understanding bit often. i try to take it as a compliment though... if not i'd be very depressed.
Yea, you should take it as a compliment. It's just a bit too metaphorical for me, but I understood most of it, I think...and as Spyder said: So it's all good. Love, Borut
Woohoo!! Superb! I love the structure...the snippets of conversation all disjointed, overheard slightly out of it, over the background noise...or are they the background noise as we float through the social gathering of existence.... people talk about the strangest things...thats when I find them most fascinating. That's when they are mere guinea pigs in my creative experiments (some get immortalised in good poems. Some don't. They don't get to choose) Fantastic job, Van Astral.
"the background noise as we float through the social gathering of existence" umm... yeah... that sounds good! cool, cheers for the reply, mate.
yeah that sounds stupid and pretentious. Oh well. Maybe I'm turning into a real poet now, as pretentious wank becomes second nature.... *raspberry* Ignore me I'm full o' shite. Apart from the bit about it being a good poem. That was the opposite of shite...
stupid and pretentious? no no no... try: intuitive and intelligent. wank! Ha! No one in Canada says that. And more should. cheers again, aye!
I just love these forums... I have only been checking them out a few days actually, and mostly just the poetry, but I just love dropping eaves on others conversations, I'm addicted... You're all great! keep em coming!!!
