Saturday, April 19, 2008

Composed

The shit I've written
Could fill a landfill
Fertilize gardens
It's hard enough
To come up with this stuff
But then what to do
With the detritus?
Reams and reams
Of consciousness streams
And lead balloons
Half-baked tunes
Flat metaphors
Wet wit
Shovel it under a blanket
To bake in the sun
When springtime comes
I'll use it again
Compost

Prompted by Sunday Scribblings

11 comments:

ArtyEm said...

compost!
I love this idea - I have to use it in some collage work.
thanks for this inspiring poem.

travelling, but not in love said...

Nice. like the words a lot.

black coffee said...

hilarious!!
very nice take, that!!!

Rosie said...

you can always use it to makes us laugh...just like this...

Linda Jacobs said...

Love the lead balloons! and the little touches of rhyme are nice and not overdone!

Function of Time said...

What genre of music do you write?

Granny Smith said...

Funny and punny and rich with rhyme. An original take on the prompt.

paisley said...

i save them as drafts.. and i am amazed to say.. a lot of it was not the poem... but my frame of mind when i wrote it that held it back.....

Greyscale Territory said...

What a movement from "compose" to "compost"! Hysterical! The real funny part is, I relate to this totally!

Gemma

Sherry/Cherie said...

Amy...this is priceless...as always...I love it!

tumblewords said...

Compost - Very funny and probably states the way we all feel much of the time... Nice post!