Aug. 4th, 2011 01:37 pm
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I am much too proud of this very ludicrous poem.
I Don't Make Fun of Your Coping Mechanisms
1.
I am the saddest crocodile.
Since I was young all I've
ever really wanted was to
be able to stick out my tongue
and touch it to my nose, the way
a little boy did once before
my mother rose from shallow water
and dragged him down to visit.
2.
And of course no one takes
me seriously about how upset
I always get about this. You're only
crying crocodile tears, they say.
But reptiles have feelings too.
I can't help it if I'm hungry even
as I cry, and if it looks as if my tears
are just a lure to bring you close.
3.
I suppose that you could say I eat
my feelings. Do I judge you for the way
you deal with your emotions, the strange
and sharply human way you wail?
I Don't Make Fun of Your Coping Mechanisms
1.
I am the saddest crocodile.
Since I was young all I've
ever really wanted was to
be able to stick out my tongue
and touch it to my nose, the way
a little boy did once before
my mother rose from shallow water
and dragged him down to visit.
2.
And of course no one takes
me seriously about how upset
I always get about this. You're only
crying crocodile tears, they say.
But reptiles have feelings too.
I can't help it if I'm hungry even
as I cry, and if it looks as if my tears
are just a lure to bring you close.
3.
I suppose that you could say I eat
my feelings. Do I judge you for the way
you deal with your emotions, the strange
and sharply human way you wail?
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I find that this piece is more effective in situ; as a stand-alone it may need work I'm not at the moment prepared to do. It's located directly after some seriously tough poetry, acting as a transition piece from the flat brutality of what comes before, through black humor into a place where things are moving towards okay. It's in the middle of several water-soaked poems, although that's a happy accident (things like that, unconscious groupings, are why I consider myself a proper poet). It's meant to be dark; it's meant to be performed with laughter. It's not meant to be side-splitting; nothing I write is.
I suppose it can be read straight; it loses a little bit of its cachet, but at that point it's in the hands of the reader.
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*shrug*
I find that this piece is more effective in situ; as a stand-alone it may need work I'm not at the moment prepared to do. It's located directly after some seriously tough poetry, acting as a transition piece from the flat brutality of what comes before, through black humor into a place where things are moving towards okay
I could see it being very effective in that position.
I suppose it can be read straight; it loses a little bit of its cachet, but at that point it's in the hands of the reader.
Such things always are.