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Ode to the Poem about the Poem
by Jim BenzIf yesterday's poem was a laxative
squirting from my ass
like a fountain
to the page where it plopped,
then today's poem
is the resurrection of yesterday's shit
growing riper.
Did something die in here?
03/17/2008 Author's Note: yes, this may be classified as a "writer's block" poem.
Posted on 03/17/2008
Copyright © 2026 Jim Benz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 03/17/08 at 11:13 PM Well, it's the most vividly explicit writer's block poem I've ever read. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 03/18/08 at 03:10 AM Never thought of it this way!!! MFS |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 03/18/08 at 05:26 AM Lots of things grow out of $#%@, you know. |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 03/18/08 at 05:27 AM And by "$#%@" I meant excrement. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/18/08 at 05:32 PM I've seen a lot of seed in the garden and pasture in animal's "excrement" ;); I'm opting to see something positive grow out of this. Ha! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/18/08 at 07:58 PM Ahhh, but the beauty of this kind of death is the resurrection of all creativity. Nice :-) |
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