Poetry: Afternoon Poetry Break
TNG Editorial Assistant Nick submitted these original poems.
You’re an inconsiderate bitch.
And I hate you right now.
You fucking knew they
were for our goddamn guests
this morning.
I wish to God you had
choked on those plums.
Read another poem below the fold.
The Problem(s) With Language
1.
The bird soaring towards impossible, ineffable, inescapable light.
The wine dark ocean of sorrows is cruelly heaped upon its prodigious mind.
Wings of glorious destiny flap into the kiss of infinity.
2.
ummmm…like yeah. so I thought you maybe could like um er well
…and with me you know but whatever or i might i’m trying to think
blahblahblahblah blahhhhhhhhh.
3.
Fuck it. I can’t finish this.
I’ll just quote,
“Baby I don’t know why I love you so.
Maybe it’s just the way that God made me
this day.”
P.S. The author is a hack.
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I love these. Thanks for posting them.
I would be really upset about the plums too. Loved these.
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