boy, blue

as a child i owned a plastic projection machine that worked with the slides of those red viewfinders. my favorite part of church was the our father because i loved holding hands with small children. but this poem isn't about either of those things.

if I’d known,
your hands

could hold in
are round little
to cup
soft fist-spheres

could’ve seen you at the zoo
and every you used to
be just
a little

now in your
closed, never knew

to grow or grow rough
was unconscious, are tall

and the things that be kissed
to start out soft
are little,

I imagine at one point
you were small
 

Reviews

[Wildecat]

Actually once upon a time I was small and can relate to this fine poem.

[Kaela Craven]

wow, I drank waaaaaaaaaaay too much last night and now I'm dizzy and hung over and my mind is spinning and reading that DID NOT HELP lol.

[Francis Myerick]

dictionary definitions?

[Jonah Hawthorne]

it is, without the note, incomprehensible.

with the note, it is.

which would seem (to me) that you should somehow strive to make it understandable without any sort of note.

the grammar f***s me up either way. it puts me into a spin that makes me angry (no, wait, i am already angry) and i have to read each line twice just to make sure i got it right (that is true, even sober; i did read it sober). It seems like a string of dictionary definitions glued together with some articles.

Okay, so I don't like it very much. Sorry.