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Position:Home>Poetry> Anyone got any thoughts to share on this poem?Question:Glory be forever to the pretty-headed heroes and heroines Unending shapes without artforms, who dyed themselves in the colours of the palette and painted their youth without adding water. Who hung upside down in Soho bars and painted the floors with vomit and pocket change, Who ate fire and drank chemicals in cold-water flats, watching the apocalypse on black and white pocket televisions, Who shaved their hair and slept naked in coverless beds, tasted metally flesh and black delight on tablespoons, Who drew up plans to invade Turkmenistan on the back of a matchbox and lost it out the window of the Airport bus, Who drove a car with no radio to the end of the world, pitched a tent under a Rose-bush and overthrew the Government, Who reinvented their hairstyles seventeen times and got jobs at the Post Office as Cleansing Engineers, Who walked backwards on their hands over rough gravel with their tongues hanging out to lie on the floor of the houses of their birth and stare up at the Bathroom light without blinking before getting it together at forty seven to paint an abstract mural of 'The Great Deluge' in three sessions as a gift for an old folks' home in Knightsbridge. Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Glory be forever to the pretty-headed heroes and heroines Unending shapes without artforms, who dyed themselves in the colours of the palette and painted their youth without adding water. Who hung upside down in Soho bars and painted the floors with vomit and pocket change, Who ate fire and drank chemicals in cold-water flats, watching the apocalypse on black and white pocket televisions, Who shaved their hair and slept naked in coverless beds, tasted metally flesh and black delight on tablespoons, Who drew up plans to invade Turkmenistan on the back of a matchbox and lost it out the window of the Airport bus, Who drove a car with no radio to the end of the world, pitched a tent under a Rose-bush and overthrew the Government, Who reinvented their hairstyles seventeen times and got jobs at the Post Office as Cleansing Engineers, Who walked backwards on their hands over rough gravel with their tongues hanging out to lie on the floor of the houses of their birth and stare up at the Bathroom light without blinking before getting it together at forty seven to paint an abstract mural of 'The Great Deluge' in three sessions as a gift for an old folks' home in Knightsbridge. Excellent. Nice to see work by an adult here! There are several literary magazines you might consider submitting this to; SWANK is one, here's a link if you'd like it... You can also find contests and literary magazines seeking submissions in Poets and Writer's Magazine online. It is sufficiently recondite as to lack essential meaning for those of us who are not conversant with the subject matter. That said - I still enjoyed reading it. I like your work. Eeww, vomit? Other then that it's okay. |