Blank on Blank (Inspired by Mattwricks)
Blank on blank
Like space between sand
Like nothing in my hand
Blank on blank
I walk to the fire
Black hole pull
I enter the perimeter
Voices now behind
Thinking nothing of my pursuits
I am not there
Desperate to discard
Everything that jams
Everything that builds
What must be destroyed
Everything
A voice encourages
“Sell everything,
Don’t haggle
Don’t wait. . .
GO TO THE DESERTâ€
I fall in.
You make my crap look like (the) shit. Sans odor. Stellar. Meditative.
Comment by MattWriks — 19 May 2008 @ 3:42 am
Ha. You are humble Mattwricks. Sometimes I like my reinterpretations of other people’s stuff better than my own work. It’s a good exercise because when you re-do someone else’s stuff, you don’t have to hold on to all the thoughts the original artist is trying to fit into the poem. It is easier to cut stuff and emphasize themes that touched you.
Comment by Sunsun — 19 May 2008 @ 5:00 pm