Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Game

.
I
play
games

sometimes -------8

with
myse
lf
.

11 Comments:

Blogger In verse said...

this poem is cool, you tend to be good with forms... and you are probably right, i may reviset that word, but it was meant for the old woman not the narrator. but its not clear.

December 21, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is this poem about whacking off, too?

December 21, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And what's with the towelrack? I'm not going to stop asking until you tell us.

December 21, 2005  
Blogger Noralil Fores said...

Somehow, I was expecting that second comment for "mouth." I do really love the form though. You have a way of playing not only for the sake of playing, but for the sake of making it stand out myse-lf. That disjunct will stay with me for a while.

December 21, 2005  
Blogger Eugene said...

Yes, it's a bit of playing around, isn't it! You know, this whole blog thing is a wonderful medium. It's wonderful that all of our work, our poems and prose, our ideas and experiences, are all together, in one disjointed looking yet coherent tapestry. It's wonderful to read your stuff and come up with my own. It's wonderful to see your experiences through the screen to inspire my own work. WoW!

December 21, 2005  
Blogger Noralil Fores said...

And how!

December 21, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Instead of "bring me the tomatoe juice," shouldn't you be posting, "bring me the jungle juice?"

I'd like to see a poem that doesn't involve whacking your wiggy.

December 21, 2005  
Blogger In verse said...

ok anonymous...so tell me this...don't you think that we are serious with each other's work. so why this juvenile thing man/woman?!!! take it easy.

love...have immense love for words, sleep with them. pluck them fresh and eat them, love words.

humbly yours

In Verse

December 21, 2005  
Blogger wahhhboohoo said...

WAAHHH!! boo hoo *sniff* uhu uhuh huh hhhhh WAAAHH!! boo hoo!

December 21, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Look, in verse: did you really read the poems this Eugene has posted? Lake Vajisnatch when the waters turn rusty? Fake barf in the toilet made out of salad? Furious self-abuse? I just think that Eugene, and his "Balls in Flight," may be wrapped a little too tightly...or not tightly enough.

December 21, 2005  
Blogger wahhhboohoo said...

WAAAHHH!

B
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WAAAHH!

December 22, 2005  

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