Buy-One-Get-One-Free
chicken on sale, the tender breasts
repeated so tenderly I suffer
meat shock repeat after me my wife says
but I still forget and return short-handed, clew footed,
clueless, gizzardly beaked and peaked
with life and liberty and the pursuit of feed corn
sandwiched between life in the fast lane and mayonnaise
it crosses the road again and again
like some kind of pullet Sisyphus,
a chicken of the sea you can tune a guitar but you can’t tunafish,
chicken-handed left-winded side-wounded, wound rewound webfooted,
It bears repeating but no repeating bears since isn’t even one bear unbearable?
The cockscomb truth waggles in the telling
like wind in a two x two chambered heart —
my capon tastes like a castrato
singing in St. Peters
For dVerse MTB
Love this !
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Thank you!!
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Pretty awesome, given the constraints ( https://youtu.be/oqeSUAlI5uI ). Hahaha!
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So awesome. It took me a second of listening before I time traveled.
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Totally tripped over my chicken lips while reading this out loud!!! Not sure what the repetitive form is here, but I’m feeling both dizzy (from your poem) and indulgent (all those allusions!), so it gets to stand.
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Lol thanks for putting up with me.
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I christen this form “Castrato”
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Huh. That applies to most of my attempts at poetry these days.
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Ahahaha!
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I’m wondering…do you often eat castrati? Except the feathered ones.
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That is certainly the question. Singing for their supper. Or such. Lol!
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Swan song
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Nice!!
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Nice lines: “it crosses the road again and again
like some kind of pullet Sisyphus,”
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Lol, thanks! That crossed my mind.
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Delicious! Such clever repetitions- that pounding beat is a repetition in itself, and repeating the word repetition so that becomes another layer of nose-thumbing. The originality of the provocation in this piece is suburb! A great example of how subversive a poet can be.
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Thank you so very very much!
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Tasty. Popping. Funny!
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It is quite obvious that you had so much fun writing this piece. It has a dancing rhythm.
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Thanks! Yes, it was a lot of fun.
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So fun and brilliantly penned!
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Thad nk you so much!!
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It seems like you want some variations in food…. chicken on everything… but then you know what they say about meats like rabbits and snake… it tastes like chicken.
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Lol! Yes indeed.
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Had fun reading this …
“It bears repeating but no repeating bears since isn’t even one bear unbearable?” Is this the explanation about your approach to the “repeat” prompt? Lol
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Sort of lol! Though I think “approach” is an overstatement.
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Haha. Quite right. It’s a quantum leap in and tunnelling out, with plenty of quirky (quarky?) spins.
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Ahahaha! Yes!
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Poetry as quantum weirdness and entanglement, lol,
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Interesting in the most surreal way…:-/)
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I will take that as a compliment!
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Wow, this is really a trip. Great rhythm–I could imagine it sung with guitar, maybe by Dylan
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Thanks!!
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