Friday, March 23, 2007

Trashball 032307: Poetaster II


A terrible bit of blank verse written on the back of a pink "While You Were Out" slip (incidentally, do they even make those anymore in the age of voicemail?). Given that it is signed "Love always, Michael", it's pretty hilarious that he clearly was confused on the spelling of the name of the unfortunate girl he wrote it for. Here now, is the poem:


A vision
comes
with peace
through thought
from the third eye
out the mouth
to my ears
and pushes me
further
towards
Nirvana.


Yechh. The large indent before "Nirvana" really grates. Michael strikes me as the earnest type of sensitive fellow who date-rapes passed out girls at Phish concerts.

Don't remember where I found this.

2 comments:

Christopher Goodwin said...

Michael, is that you?

Anonymous said...

the two chinese characters at the top of the sheet also say "to understand" and "to see", respectively... weird...