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               [ Mind Warp  -  Volume #1, Issue #4, File #015 ]
                   [ "Miscellaneous Poetry" by Dark Horse ]
            
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                            Miscellaneous Poetry
                                [Dark Horse]

*Dark Horse - "hmm:"
*Date: Wednesday June 15 2:59am 1994

Midnight blues:

2nd chorus

a knick,
    a scratch
in an old wooden speaker

has more to say than the evening news.

A person, place, thing, or idea
stamped there for eternity, posterity.
A movie in solid state.
15 min of forever:
    cut out of time and
squeezed into wood.

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Just something in my notebook.  The whole midnight blues(2nd Chorus) has to do
with being in the middle of Jack Kerouac's Mexico City Blues ~242 Choruses~
and liking it alot, mimicking a bit of the style.  Anyway this was written
after a page-long incoherent essay about potential and kinetic ideas.

it's 2:54 am, i have to get up at 10 or earlier to take a practice psat; in
other words I'll fail it, but that's ok.  ain't no thang...

-dark.horse




*Dark Horse #48 - "2 Poems from a thunderstorm"
*Date: Thursday June 16 2:38am 1994

Midnight Blues
3rd Chorus

on the rooftop,
Arms autstreached
Back arched to catch the
         falling rain
face to the sky
  waiting for
     the lightning
     to take me


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India

India the cover exclaims
the country? probably
but maybe, just maybe
the girl

a chapter for her hair, sparkling dirty blonde
30 pages for her smile
20 for her eyes(bright blue)
40 for her thoughts
someday her for me

India: not quite a love poem,
but more than a rememberance

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Wrote both of those during the storms today, I feel like i should expand on
them at some point.  Tell me what you think.

-dark.horse




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*Alexa - "poem"
*Date: Sunday June 12 8:58pm 1994

for all intents and purposes this is a poem
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this
is a poem. whatever that means. am i supposed
to spit out meaning and put life
into a free verse box and envelop it with the
glistening metallic wrapping paper of a silver tongue?

i don't know. what's a poem?

is this
a photograph in words? and of what? of a feeling? of
truth? of hope? of despair? happiness?
or of everything?

i don't know. what's a poem? is this really a poem?

this
is just me. thinking, feeling, hoping, writing.
that might be a poem. i'm not sure. i always thought
poems were more than that. in what way?

i don't know.

what's a poem?

is this
really enough? is this me, on this page? i mean the poem me
the whichever me is the me that means poetry, whatever
that might be, and if there really is a poem in me. is there?

i don't know.

-- but i do know that long after this page has been shoved away
into some drawer or thrown, by an absentminded or overcritical me
into the shiny black maw of the wastepaper basket,
i find myself remembering every single line

                             ú a ú l ú e ú x ú a ú



*Dark Horse - "..."
*Date: Monday June 13 1:10am 1994

What is a poem?
(A response in free verse)

a poem
is just thoughts

a picture of thoughts :
a picture of your mind

This? this is not a poem
it is a spark that flows from my brain
to the screen.

The picture will fade before it can develop
a reverse-Polaroid,
the image makes way for new sparks
new brains
new ideas

This is a fluid thought in a static world
unreachable but for a screen
and nothing without it...

-dark.horse



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