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anti-poem
by Lauren Singeryeah. i could write poems about you.
about your knob-cord spine and your
shallow belly-button leaking its gnarled tuft of hair.
about your dime-nipples and your feminine nose,
your flat ears and your dark eyes that seem
as though they're pinched together a bit too close,
like an insect's.
i could dream up words to name your workman's hands
and your black hair torn in disarray.
i could feather sonnets out of your cuticles and
the sound you make each morning when you clear your throat.
the way your groin throbs in your sleep and
your lips tremble when you hover over me in the dark.
your mean-street accent and your broken glasses.
yes, i could fashion sestinas out of your untidy brows,
and write songs for each of your toes,
your musk-breath and your heavy laugh,
and the face you make when you're angry.
your fingers as they wrap around my wrists, and
the rough of your skinny ankles as they climb my thighs.
i won't though.
i wouldn't want it to get to your head
that i have you memorized in stanzas. 04/18/2008 Posted on 04/18/2008
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 04/19/08 at 12:39 AM Oh I love this. It's inspiring me to try a stanza or two myself. Anti poem my arse, lol. It's a fine example. |
| Posted by Paul Marino on 04/19/08 at 01:03 AM i like that this person has a throbbing groin when he sleeps and a feminine nose |
| Posted by Frank Lee on 04/19/08 at 04:32 AM I feel like your writing gets stronger each time I revisit your library. Like usual, you paint a vivid picture with language that makes the characters seem real. i envy your muse. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/19/08 at 05:05 AM Just the kind of thing to burn down the house on a raindy day. Loved this. |
| Posted by Megan Langley on 04/21/08 at 09:37 PM You paint the images so clearly that, when I reach the bottom stanza, I'm not at all surprised that this person would get an inflated ego from being mentioned in a poem... I love this! |
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