Facts

Painting by Gerhard Richter

This is empty.

It is not words.

No.

Don’t let it fool you.

It’s up to its tricks……..

Twisting meanings……..

And it’s ugly…….

Take a look!

Little symbols on a page.

Not artistic at all!

Graffiti is better

Especially when stenciled.

For it is a pattern, only a facsimile.

A silhouette

Upon a surface

 

This is not a room

Where women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo.

A rose isn’t necessarily a rose isn’t a rose necessarily

There are no eyes on me….and

Still I rise? Nope……I’m sitting down

This poem does not depend

On the red wheelbarrow

This poem is not at a station at the metro

Nor, is it going to be a Cantos

There will be no singing of the body electric!

 

No bee buzzing

And no bird chirping

Is going to happen here

This poem will kick

Out any attempt of alluding to something

Nor will it allude to nothing

That’s even worse

Metaphors are purely accidental

The events of this poem are fictitious

Any similarity to another poem

Living or dead is merely coincidental

 

If you are reading into this poem

Deeply.

Stop!

You are on the wrong path

Go put on lipstick

Or do your nails

Check your internet dating service

You have messages there that are more poetic

Like walks on the beach

A crackling cozy fire,

There are poets on there that say….

“Pearl Jam, you too? I would have never guessed.”

Recite cereal ingredients

To someone you live with

Who’s in some other room, somewhere

In the house you live in.

Maybe there’s a good poem in the garage.

Under an oil can…… or

Next to that box with your 2007 tax returns

That’s time better spent.

 

Scratch your ass for all this poem cares

It’s not looking at you

Not yet, at any rate.

Maybe next time you read it

It will give you a discerning glance.

With its bland expression

With a telltale one eyebrow raised

But,

Don’t think it means anything.

It might be looking at someone else instead

We poems have a way of doing that.

We’re just bitches.

Just thought I tell you the facts.

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35 Responses to Facts

  1. Reverse psychology:D

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  2. This is fantastic. I love it.

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  3. I love the references to other poems.

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  4. Ralph says:

    There’s no Reply here. My only comment is for the cereal box Bard. I hear no Facts in these measured words , only …..black and white songs.

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  5. You’re so good ..
    is it terrible to be crawling alongside marathon runners?
    Either way, you inspire

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  6. Olga says:

    Your poem decided to look at me. ❤

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  7. may hem says:

    At least this poem doesn’t lie

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  8. willowwrites says:

    Sounds like you’ve been reading Lemony Snicket 🙂

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  9. Phil Huston says:

    “Just the facts, Ma’am.”

    But I do like the little patterns that generally break all the rules no one’s thoughts can follow. Like erotic Coke bottles in silhouette, or sleeping cats or simply a decent sentence broken into
    little
    stacked
    layers
    like an
    expensive cupcake.

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  10. dornahainds says:

    Those r some Impressive Truths.

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  11. Good job! I did a small review of your poems on my blog almost a year ago: https://ericadriaans.com/2016/07/27/the-poetry-of-elan-mudrow/ I might need to do an update. Nice to always see your work.

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  12. Poem, you’re nuttin’ but a big tease

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  13. Great, pure, raw, i can’t even quote its all too good, thank you for a five minutes of fun laughs and self awareness… you stole my mind from the world for bit there, thank you…

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  14. SIgh! Poetry’s a bitch and then we die.

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  15. Rae Longest says:

    I liked your claiming to make no allusions as you alluded to other poems. I liked a lot of things about this non-poem poem, but it will take more than one reading to discover them all, so I’m saving it to read again…and again…on a different day, in a different mood, with a different attitude.

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  16. debjeffal says:

    I just love it!! Hahahaha. I tried this at the weekend and called it my Over-Tired Ramble and just loved the freedom of it all. There was no meaning or care to it and I just let it all go and hang out much like running nude on the beach hahahaha. Great! Keep it coming 🙂

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  17. The Old Man says:

    and some of us are sons of bitches

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  18. I call this form of expression String Poems, and this one might just be stringing us along, eh?

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  20. Ali Grimshaw says:

    This would have been fantastically entertaining if I would have paid more attention. But I couldn’t quite trust this poem’s sassy voice. Really, you are a clever one. The whole of it made me laugh and laugh again. Especially,
    The events of this poem are fictitious
    Any similarity to another poem
    Living or dead is merely coincidental
    Thank you for the entertainment. You are the best.

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  21. Jon says:

    What an intriguing poem! So raw and real here.

    Liked by 1 person

  22. jameslantern says:

    Mhh b with wordsmith talent

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  23. speak766 says:

    This is great!! I really enjoyed reading it and especially loved the last few lines. Looking forward to reading your other poems

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  24. Wow! I love not reading into this…

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  25. cpluzc says:

    The fact is poetry

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  26. parkdalear says:

    I like your allusions to other poetry.

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  27. That reminds me of this: 🙂
    “Clarity is of no importance because nobody listens and nobody knows what you mean no matter what you mean, nor how clearly you mean what you mean. But if you have vitality enough of knowing enough of what you mean, somebody and sometime and sometimes a great many will have to realize that you know what you mean and so they will agree that you mean what you know, what you know you mean, which is as near as anybody can come to understanding any one.”—Gertrude Stein

    Like

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