if we’re talking strictly preferences
at the moment
I think I’d like someone who I was only marginally into to someone who I was all-consumingly into
oranges to apples
discontent to happiness
nothing to something as something is exhausting
odds to evens
right to wrong
left to right
sleep to consciousness
flip-flops to school marm shoes
laundry to dusting
dusting to washing dishes
facebook to myspace
status updates to formulated pleasantries
pizza to sweets
everyone else to me
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March 11, 2009 at 5:21 pm
Paul
That is a very cool poem. I like your poetry, it appears simple but actually has complex rhythms and very clever thought.
March 11, 2009 at 9:04 pm
Patrice
Tough day?
Jesus… (this should be in italics)
All I did was tell off my bullying neighbor. (this, too)
By the way, does it make you laugh? (the gas, the gas…)
March 17, 2009 at 8:11 am
poeticgrin
I’m reading a lot of Sylvia Plath and I see parallels. Maybe it’s in the pain that was leaking off the page in nearly every poem she wrote. Maybe it’s that you are her age, the age she will forever be. Even the lighthearted simple poems have a sad complexity to them. You need to finish the story Sylvia Plath never wrote…