Sunday, January 11, 2009

Is it sweet, sweet poetry? Nope, just more ranting

Some of you (and you know who you are) have been asking me to show more of my "creative" work - AKA poetry. Well, being that it's 4:30 AM and I'm tired enough, uninspired enough, and also arrogant enough, here's a small piece that I started on waaaaay back in 2005. Enjoy!


in the early-morning work-induced flurry     i contemplate
i wonder, imagine, consider, reflect
on the existential oxymoron that is Me
inlove, outlove, lostlove, or just loveless

can a man who sees his self as
handsome, compassionate and intelligent
find a lady, extraordinaire
in this our world so

dubious, dubious beyond
doubt — such a man is too full
to fill his self with more
(an overripe plum     too sweet to eat
with decay already rotting through
leaving a stench of more than we like
of more than we need)

the man looks, the man loves
the woman looks back, loves back
but here's the spoiler — it doesn't work out
theirs is a story of plums and peaches
both sweet, both with inedible pits
(who indeed can stomach someone entirely?)
except Peach is immortal     beautiful
like only longevity could be
and Plum is ephemeral     fetid
fruit that rots while still on the tree

the man     bites into the peach
licking the juices as they trickle down
his tongue, his lips, his chin
the woman     bites into the plum
choking on the meat
grasping gasping, groaning for air
because such a man is dead already like
decaying fruit fallen off its branch and
rotting on the ground

what the man was, is, would have been
no more than a memory’s shadow
a purple stain on asphalt streets
looking up towards a world full of life and wishing
that it were his

5 footnotes:

Lex said...

Did you break up with someone when you wrote this?

Maestro, may I request something happy?

TeenCreeps said...

yeah id like to hear some happy shit but out of sadness some of the best works of art are created haha
either way post some more up

Zek J Evets said...

this was actually when i was totally infatuated with this girl named Katie Morales who was in one of my classes at junior college.

hmm, something happy?

i think i can oblige...eventually. first, i need to make MYSELF happy - at least, long enough to write the poema.

Lex said...

How long is that going to take?

You know...just wondering...

Zek J Evets said...

haha, well... i guess it all depends

on whether or not i get laid this weekend.


but seriously - no idea.