Closest Casket (not about suicide!)

[VeganBohemian]

Closest Casket

~

I want to leave my mark on this sheet of paper

I want to leave my stain

If every man's an island

Gazing around for a kingdom to reign

We are permeable sheathes of the

Seventh domain

Open to tears on the ends just to make all these

Poems make some damn sense

I'm tense about when, where, and why

Holes in my skin to absorb your demands

I want to hold you with my laughter

Cry you a sun

And cover up your pain with my pain

Cover your pain up with my vanity

~

I'll seal you a fate and promise you a fortune

Blocking each other's see-through white cotton barriers with

One more desolate form of the one---the sadness---while again

We mask all that we're hiding with movie nights and diet Coke

The come I drink and those times when our eyes are the windows

A shot of rum hits that tough spot in the soul

That one deep down in there

Yeah, pour just a tad of that Captain Morgan

And watch my nightmares explode with

Fanfare

~

We will fall into one solid mess with our hair, our

Clothes thrown and scattered everywhere, they lay on the floor

You can see the souls through the cotton, it's cheap

Not all was shunned

We are opened still and still we're bare

Holding onto each other and waiting for the pseudo-gun

To reappear

~

Well, there's no one else to grab onto

That's my excuse

Besides all the others, the others, the others

They just can't hold on

They're that all that's not for us

All the knocks on our doorstep that tell us

To get up, go out; walk just a little bit farther down the road

And use your eyes

Use those eyes we gave you

Eyes that have been spooned out like an old man's sight

Telling his wisdom that its

Time for goodnight

Shut off those nighttime lights

And watch yourself

Goodbye!

We catch on and off, away we fly

We bounce with the wind and hopscotch in Heaven

In the seasons of love

In all of the seasons

~

I'm withered again

And tired

And beaten, I fell

For your charms

For your everyday kisses were promises

I thought your everyday kisses were promises

[Clementine orange]

Excellent

 

"Holes in my skin to absorb your demands

I want to hold you with my laughter

Cry you a sun

And cover up your pain with my pain

Cover your pain up with my vanity"

 

Love that part

 

ps: Jack Kerouac rules

 

Where are the Jack Kerouacs of today? Are we becoming dumber?

[VeganBohemian]

Haha. Not dumber, less imaginative I guess.

[Clementine orange]

I wonder why (less imaginative I mean). Are we (as a society) stagnating? Or was it just easier to come up with something original in 1957?

[VeganBohemian]

I don't think it is difficult to come up with something original since the world in continually changing and evolving, there is always a new perspective to be had. I don't think literature is as important to the younger society as it was in 1957. In 1957, there were things to rebel against and literature was a way in which they could do so. I could be wrong though. This is a very good topic to discuss because it is a growing problem.

 

I think the poetry posted on the internet is a little misleading...I used to judge teh direction poetry was going in based on what 14 year olds were writing on link removed, but now I know that the real poetry being produced you can find in literary magazines, journals, etc. The quality has gone down though, since the days of Kerouac. Most publishers are all about the marketing and many writers today are snobs.

[Clementine orange]

Maybe original wasn't the word I was looking for. Perhaps shocking or newsworthy is. The Beatles were shocking in 1964 because they had hair slightly over their ears. The Rolling Stones were shocking because although they were a band they didn't wear a uniform!

The bar keeps getting raised, then accepted then "meh".

Three Dog Night - shocking in the 70s, they were an interracial band.

Boy george was shocking in the 80s because he wore women's clothing,

Marylin Manson - shocking in the 90s - satan etc

 

 

Where does it end?

 

Jack Kerouac and Neil Cassey don't wear ties on the cover of "on the road", they don't have jobs and they wander about aimlessly (kinda). Shocking!!!

Allan Ginsburg had a beard and a black turtleneck sweater - I think he was gay too - Shocking!!

[VeganBohemian]

Yeah haha. I think you hit the nail on the head! But, I think that there are still people who have unique experiences that perhaps may induce the shock factor.

[Clementine orange]

Yeah haha. I think you hit the nail on the head! But, I think that there are still people who have unique experiences that perhaps may induce the shock factor.

 

Well, I hope to be one!! (shock for good though, not shock for yech)

[brando]

We bounce with the wind and hopscotch in heaven

 

Great line. Great poem. You have a great command of language.

 

Nicely done.

 

I am curious, what other poets are you reading??

[VeganBohemian]

Yo, this is hilarious. My favorite line is "And watch my nightmares explode with Fanfare", but everyone else prefers different ones! lol. Thank you for your sweet words.

 

What poets do I read? I mainly do not read poetry actually, normally just prose (and I really do not like Kerouac's poetry...mainly his novels!) The best poetry I tend to find online by independent authors. But, I do enjoy the poetry of Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Sylvia Plath, Charles Bukowski, Ginsberg, and I love reading lyrics. I like lyrics by The Good Life, Bright Eyes, The Velvet Underground, and other lyrics-based bands. Mostly I read mainly whatever I find online. I read a lot of poetry at link removed

[brando]

Yeah something about Bukowski's poems.... that man knew how to write.