The Humorist
hahahaha ha ha haha haha
hahahaha ha ha haha haha ha
i have gotten a new pen and everyone laughs
for it writes an amusement circus
over some imagined paper and all
it contains, if it really does, are blank
humors and dark dialogues (for example:
two birds gawking
up as some girl moves
away with the impression of killing
and broiling those unfettered sweet singing
birds amid the night sky, the blue wind closing
Sunday's light drag ride from the town-wide
over the edge metaphor (or its like): as if the pen
moves again nearer
and nearer toward those unsweetened,
unnoticed senseless sound of sense.
But i dont know, it just really seems too comic
To me: A guy with a new pen.
This dying bird. One sad street-crossing girl.
Broiling. Circus. Seeing yourself on TV.
Broiling again. Seeing yourself on Circus TV.
Do you not think it's funny?
hahahaha ha ha haha haha ha
i have gotten a new pen and everyone laughs
for it writes an amusement circus
over some imagined paper and all
it contains, if it really does, are blank
humors and dark dialogues (for example:
two birds gawking
up as some girl moves
away with the impression of killing
and broiling those unfettered sweet singing
birds amid the night sky, the blue wind closing
Sunday's light drag ride from the town-wide
over the edge metaphor (or its like): as if the pen
moves again nearer
and nearer toward those unsweetened,
unnoticed senseless sound of sense.
But i dont know, it just really seems too comic
To me: A guy with a new pen.
This dying bird. One sad street-crossing girl.
Broiling. Circus. Seeing yourself on TV.
Broiling again. Seeing yourself on Circus TV.
Do you not think it's funny?
Labels: Sylvia Plath
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