My name is Katy.
And this photo is really old.
Current Residence: California.
word vomit.and the skyscrapers, the towers, the cityword vomit. by katypi
will crumble, will fall
the wave of a thousand sighs of
nostalgia, hope, tragedy,
fear and some loathing (but not in, no, never in Las Vegas)
crashes over the post-traumatic stress
disorganization of the masses
and what was false is false
and what was true is true, always true
the gods of fire rain down on the gods
of ego who plead with the goddesses of objectification
and they continue to play scrabble.
a not quite eerie calm is pulled out from
the roots of buildings and the basements of trees,
is trailed along the i-beams
and latticework that assisted in
mutually assured construction of
anything but love and all other abstract
ideas - but what ideas are concrete? - that
poems such as this
conveniently and normally end with.
The Bookworm LamentsThe Bookworm Laments by RomaV
We all know the advantages of being a Bookworm – the richness of imaginative experience (a.k.a. day-dreams), the broadening of horizons (a.k.a. someone else's ideas), the constant friend always by your side (a.k.a. book) and vast built-up reserves of general knowledge (a.k.a. trivia). But who talks about the disadvantages, huh? Besides the all-pervasive semi-myth about geeky bookworms (Simply stated, the myth goes Bookworms are geeky), who can speak, off-hand, about the problems, the real problems?
Think about it – you excavate your nose from the Lord of the Rings (the one they made the movie on, yes) and realise that in the past hour, your mom has volunteered you for dishwashing duty, your boyfriend has left you (you're not sure why, you weren't paying him any attention) and a little dog has begun to gnaw on your ankle… It's just so easy to get lost in the make-believe worlds the authors lay down for you – for that matter, it's easy to lose yourself in a book