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[snoopyhatesyou]

yowhatup.

why have i never realized the glory of biking? seriously. everyone. stop walking and start biking. i would bike around the city all day if i could.

anyway, here's some stuff i wrote downtown tonight.

take it easy everybodee.

Smile, city lights,
footsteps engulfing
your dreary charisma,
sleeping brightly in the brick,
tight seams between them,

Comments

[dymphna_9]

yay! this is really really exciting. have you ever thought of trying a sestina? i'd recommend looking up Elizabeth Bishop's "Sestina" (title is the name of the form) you can probably find it online, they're mad hard, but i think with your ingenuity and patterns of repetition you could pull one off well. working with forms=funn. and dorky.
ps- i was awake and restless until three last night and walking wasn't doing the trick. wish i had a bike :(

[bowl_of_tuesday]

biking is definitely the coolest thing in the entire world. everyone should be in a bike gang too.

[melssolini]

I agree, I've picked up biking a lot this year. I got some hot gloves for it too.

-Melissa

[quasistellar]

you make sense of all the spastic, crawling lines of the cityscape, of the very plastic bodies, of the man-made existence that is now. i read each stanza like an obscured definition. not so literal and dry, but relatable and full. so it was really perfect that the second half of the poem was visibly structured more like a dictionary entry. my thought is that none of this was intentional, and probably is exclusive to my interpretation, but is wonderful all the same. thanks.

[quasistellar]

or were they two separate poems. yeah.

[snoopyhatesyou]

well, i was definitely hoping to pull them together thematically at least. thanks for your comments, all i could really attest to is trying to make sense of some kind of glorious city gloom, and the rest just kind of unfolds from there I suppose.