Day 13 Of NaPoWriMo 2018.
I’m your mother, tell me: Bad Day, Jane Girl.
“Yes,” you said “drink my shirts”, and continued,
“Bread for me”. You were talking like
Alice in Wonderland
As if you had fallen down a rabbit hole.
And then you started rambling:
Dan, you knowledgeable gentleman, Go on up,
Die fast and shrivel, and there goes Ed, the
One with vile sense.
What you listening to, Arnold?, watching tv show about
Sitting on a porch that exemplifies –
The sadness of victory and the joy of defeat.
Just be careless in here,
Dither, Dither some more, because
You did this, while you were talking.
But you see, it is all diabolical –
Ah the Devil! We birthed Jenny.
Hazy ears, empty guys, can win. But only sometimes.
So now, I have written, so shall it be:
That was so mundane because
This is the end, so sew it unto your lapels:
Liberation is inevitable.
Honey, Honey, you okay, you might just have had
Today turned out to be an absurdist poems, where I took a bunch of tv quotes and reversed them and worked them into a narrative, alice in the wonderful, poem.
In order of appearance –
I’m your mother (Who’s your daddy)
Bad Day, Jane Girl (Good night, John Boy)
Drink my shirts (Eat my shorts)
Bread for me (No soup for you)
Dan, you knowledgeable gentleman (Jane, you ignorant slut)
Go on up (Come on down)
Die fast and shrivel (Live long and prosper)
There goes Ed (Here comes Johnny)
Vile sense (Holy crap)
What you listening about, Arnold? (What’coo talking ‘bout, Willis?)
The sadness of victory and the joy of defeat (The thrill of victory and agony of defeat)
Just be careless in here (Let’s be careful out there)
Dither, Dither some more (Make it so)
You did this? (Did I do that?)
You were talking (I’m listening)
Ah the Devil! We birthed Jenny (“Oh, my God! They Killed Kenny!)
Hazy ears, empty guts, can win (Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose)
I have written (The tribe has spoken)
That’s so mundane (It’s gonna be legen – wait for it – dary.”
Or this is the end (And that’s the way it is)
Sew it unto (Cut it out)
Liberation is inevitable (Resistance is futile).
Today’s prompt was to:
And now for our prompt (optional, as always!), drawn from a suggestion provided in Lorber’s interview. Today, we challenge you to write a poem in which the words or meaning of a familiar phrase get up-ended. For example, if you chose the phrase “A stitch in time saves nine,” you might reverse that into something like: “a broken thread; I’m late, so many lost.” Or “It’s raining cats and dogs” might prompt the phrase “Snakes and lizards evaporate into the sky.” Those are both rather haunting, strange images, and exploring them could provide you with an equally haunting, strange poem (or a funny one!)