I thought snuff poems were illegal
since at least the 90's –
No more candles in the wind, thank Jesus,
no night stars blowing out one by one,
all the tropes of hope and light gone up in smoke –
arrested, up against a cop car, spread-eagle
and cuffed with zip ties.
A young poet I knew went to police academy
to play cops and robbers – bad idea –
our metaphors mug honest words
at knifepoint,
disturb the peace of stolid, taxpaying nouns,
graffiti defacing
the library wall of verbs.
she forgot
all art is theft
and poetry is murder.
The Sunday Muse
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“Our metaphors mug honest words at knifepoint”…pure word craft brilliance Qbit and the last line is wonderful! I will never look at a mere word the same!
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LOL! Thank you!
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Show me on this doll where poetry hurt you, Q.
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Wahahahaha!!!
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“A young poet I knew went to police academy
to play cops and robbers – bad idea –” So true.
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Poetry is sometimes a thief of the heart – petty or grand larceny depends on the cut of the blade. – interesting word play in your poetic escape.
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Yes to all of that!
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So much to think about here! I’m still searching for the “tropes of hope”,….silly me!
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You had me at ‘snuff poem’ …. mind wandered all over creation wondering how one might read. Cheers and happy Sunday.
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LOL! Thanks!
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Grinning from ear to ear. Very clever and I LOVE it!
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Thank you so much!!
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This brings to mind the idea of photos stealing souls–the theft and violence of creation and understanding always acknowledged as briefly as possible.
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Ah, yes.
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I’m guessing those who write prose do not believe in killing. 🙂
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LOL. Plenty of tortured prose out there, that’s for sure!
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Wow literary devices can be tough as nails
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LOL, Yep.
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Sharp images & clever. Fun stuff
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Thanks, LOL!
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Wow! This poem is just mindblowing
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much love…
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Oh, thank you so much!
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q, you arrested, booked, arraigned, convicted, sentenced, incarcerated, and paroled in this. Humorous criminal contemporizing of the widescale slaughter of language.
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“our metaphors mug honest words
at knifepoint,”
What an image that creates. Also love the reference to snuff films. Very clever, q.
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“our metaphors …
disturb the peace of stolid, taxpaying nouns,”
Yours sure did here. LOL!
Love it!!
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Ahahaha! Yep!
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As you so often do, you’ve flipped reality on its back like a turtle and scrawled graffiti on its shell with a bunch of spray-paint metaphors that totally own. I really really enjoyed all of this, but especially the zip-tied tropes, the mugging and the killer close.
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I ❤️ “killer close.”
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if there was a prison for poetic cliches, it’d be overflowing, there’d be riots, there’d be all kinds of early paroles and releases. rehab is what we need… defund the poetry police!
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Ahahahaah!!
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I love this so much. Every line is awesome, and I especially like that last stanza.
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Ahahaha! Thanks.
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