Post by Will Dockery Post by Michael Pendragon Post by ME
I read your fucking poem will. It the shit different title. You pick up a woman, you do her, you leave and have some wonderful memory of her. Sound familiar?
I gave you my take on it. Take it or leave it.
And he found the flowers blooming in a lumber yard ... back when he was squatting in its storeroom.
No, I worked at the lumber company in Atlanta for three years, I only crashed in the break room a few times in Winter of 1981.
Biographical details... since you're so interested in each and every one, en.
I can't think of anything less interesting.
As per usual, your title is the best thing about your poem. "Crimson and Clover" ... er, sorry, "Deep Blue Sassafras" is every bit as catchy as "Apple Montage."
You've got a real talent for title writing, Will.
Your poem, also as per usual, demonstrates your profound inability to compose a proper sentence.
Admittedly, that's a slight exaggeration. I was able to find one actual sentence in the poem:
"I brought them to you
that summer morning in 1982."
Granted, it isn't a very good sentence ... but I think it just might qualify as one.
The poem itself is 10th rate, sentimental slop: "My love? Do you remember the pretty blue flowers that you said smelled like sassafras? They were the color of your eyes. And though you're gone, I will remember you always, my everlasting love." Sigh!
There isn't an original, or even mildly interesting, thought in the entire piece.
But, hey, it's got that catchy title! So you go, girl!