saturday evening poetry and whatnot diary

(I ♥ poetry – promoted by ek hornbeck)

Good evening all.

It is a warm Saturday evening here in the suburbs of Philadelphia.

I am liking the look of this community so far, very promising indeed.

In the spirit of sharing and creativity, I thought I would share a few of the things (poems and whatnot) that I have done lately.

I would love to hear your thoughts and if you, the reader, could share some of your own works.

Or, even if you want to share a youtube video that caught your attention recently, it’s all good.

Here is a poem and video written and filmed last saturday…

thirty seconds

it takes thirty seconds
to microwave a hot dog
thirty seconds
and a head crowns
sending life giving air
into new-born lungs
thirty seconds
and a despondent hand
pulls a triggers
ending time
thirty seconds
and the last sip is taken
before hitting the road
blurry eyed
behind the wheel
thirty seconds
and ecstasy is reached
and climax is gone
leaving tired bodies
together as one
thirty seconds
and the channel
is changed five times
in a wheel of vacuous
living
thirty seconds
and the timer goes off
beep beep beep
thirty seconds
and the world
keeps turning.

here is another poem, a love poem if you will, written a few weeks ago…

love poem

I love that little “fizst”
sound it makes when I
twist the cap
I love that sweet kiss
of high fructose corn syrup
as it crosses my lips
I can almost taste the
benzene
and it tastes like
the loving embrace of
artificiality
I love the carton of milk
in my fridge
brought to me by a
super-cow
pumped up on hormones
that will someday
make my children
seven feet tall
I love the taste of beef
crossing my lips
with an aftertaste
of penicillin
or something of its
like
I love the sweet aftertaste
of saccharine
nutrasweet
splenda
as they poison
my insides
I love the taste of
all these things
wonders of science
wonders of anti-nature
they taste like
progress
they taste like
cancer
they taste like
death.

and finally, here are a few videos I have made, combining music (if you can call it that) and video editing.

this moment of freedom

awake

guilt

peace,
darrell