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Daily Deviation
April 21, 2006
Using subtle rhymes and rhythm that often strays into nursery-rhyme similarity, Storytime by ~sticks is a children's poem with a difference.
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Literature Text
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Scalding bathes for Lolita
shake her body up.
And arsenic drinks,
the coroner thinks,
were responsible for the scars.
Now little mother spanish
and stoic papa cry.
Mourning and lamenting,
sister Nola dies -
of suicide, they say.
Two children in a day.
Another wake, funeral cake,
now everyone\'s asking why.
A week goes by
and Lorelai, their sitter in arrears,
confesses all:
\"When those children called
I wished that they would die!
So I bathed the youngest quiet,
after tepid poisoned tea,
and strung her sister,
Nola Whistler,
up on the willow tree.\"
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Scalding bathes for Lolita
shake her body up.
And arsenic drinks,
the coroner thinks,
were responsible for the scars.
Now little mother spanish
and stoic papa cry.
Mourning and lamenting,
sister Nola dies -
of suicide, they say.
Two children in a day.
Another wake, funeral cake,
now everyone\'s asking why.
A week goes by
and Lorelai, their sitter in arrears,
confesses all:
\"When those children called
I wished that they would die!
So I bathed the youngest quiet,
after tepid poisoned tea,
and strung her sister,
Nola Whistler,
up on the willow tree.\"
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Literature
Can't you hear it?
Can't you hear it?
You were dead before the day had even begun,
but you never could have known it.
C r a c k
Broken
in seven places, they told me afterwards.
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There was a stale taste in the air
as we set out,
though at the time I wouldn't have taken any notice of it.
Those fresh leather seats seemed so…
inviting.
We both knew we were well above the limits:
all of them.
Too fast, too high and too intoxicated.
And somewhere along the way,
time stopped.
For a fleeting moment there was sile
Literature
Cacophany
What do you want when you read any poem?
Should it sound like those in an ancient tome;
And have flowing patterns of chiming rhymes,
With a constant meter and length of lines?
Would you like lovely lies of love lit eyes
And finds of floral features in her guise?
Or should I stop and break into cacophony?
Add harsh, stiff, piercing terminology,
Talk of darkness, death, your soul being rent;
Heartbreak causing shame and hatred and blame.
And I'll break from my patterns - confuse your expectations
Of this poem by ending in
The wrong places and putting rhymes inside the lines, but not at the ends.
But maybe you'd like that, and I'd
Literature
Coffee Mugs
It's a man's world,
you can tell
from the dirty coffee mugs,
huddled together on the table.
The lone water bottle stands above them,
imposing, clear and tall, as its owner,
Her pregnant belly precedes her like a shield:
a neon sign flashing "here I am".
In the elevator, two people dare a smile
while they talk of things they know
no-one else cares about.
They wear glasses and awkward clothes.
In this place time hangs like tepid air,
which no fresh wind can ever disperse.
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oohhh! That was wickedly delightful. 
I enjoyed the style and flow of your writing. It was different from the norm and really forced you to scan with anticipation from one line to the next. I don't know if this makes sense to you, but it reminds me of those kind of flickering and abrupt transitions between shots on film. Kind of like switching from one person talking to another person right across from them, but it's almost as if one of the frames was removed from the film. Hmm. 
Anywho, I'm glad that I had the chance to read this. Interesting to the very end. ^_~
I enjoyed the style and flow of your writing. It was different from the norm and really forced you to scan with anticipation from one line to the next. I don't know if this makes sense to you, but it reminds me of those kind of flickering and abrupt transitions between shots on film. Kind of like switching from one person talking to another person right across from them, but it's almost as if one of the frames was removed from the film. Hmm. Anywho, I'm glad that I had the chance to read this. Interesting to the very end. ^_~