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By Michael T (Diction) Submitted by MichaelT() Date: 2001 Dec 06 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.06.01.39.22551]] |
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I won't write you poetry I won't have to use such silly things as pen and ink I'll compose ballads on your body We won't have the time to stop and think. We'll make rhyming couplets under cotton covers. I'll growl in your ear in iambic pentameter Maybe you'll moan in free verse set in the tone of magical realism You see I tire of this verbal repetition though you think I'm pretty good with line and meter. As much as I admire our conversational consonance I'd much rather paint a pastiche of that famous jeans commercial. Ut pictura poesis.* So shall it be the red wine, pasta, and an Italian terza rima? Or would you rather champagne, strawberries and a French sestina? Perhaps it could it be my favorite chianti and Spanish sonnets on your skin... I won't write you poetry. Though we may talk in toungues and listen to licks and limmericks. *Greek or Latin for -- "As in painting, so in poetry" (I forget which) |