Nothing wrong with referencing bands or other materials. Here are some poems I wrote when I was fourteen:
I Have a Layer of Animal Fat on My Face
I have a layer of animal fat on my face,
class distinction in the human race.
Disregards to all those fancy ablutions,
caution labels, and cosmetic factions:
Aloe, yams, burnt orange spread.
Tom, Dick, Harry, and Ned.
Image takers, image makers,
younger women, and good fakers.
If you seek to find me there,
I will not match, I will not dare.
Mountains fall in to the sea,
but do not fall on me.
Composition A
Us, together in a salt cellar.
Crushed by the beckoning of siblings.
We turn and turn our pride away, who’s a teller?
Pinned upon the base the size of two shillings.
They can leave me here alone, or grind us away.
Two things could only stop the pain:
To make union. The biggest never grind away.
Or to weep sorrows—yet no gain.
Our love is alive, in a relative way but it’s sinking,
Time is moving fast, the hours go by anon
Closer and closer we come of it every day. Sinking?
Pinned upon a base. An empty place, no fondly affection.
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I'll let you work those out;)
06 Nov 2009, 4:26 am
