Posted by ? on June 11, 2000 at 16:09:30:
In Reply to: Todd's poem posted by giveaway boy on June 11, 2000 at 14:38:16:
: Keating: Todd, there's a picture of Whitman over the
door. What does he remind you of? Quickly Anderson, Don't
think about it."
: Todd: A madman.
: K: What kind of a madman. Don't think!
: T: A.....crazy madman!
: K: Use your imagination boy, first thing that pops into
your head, even if it's gibberish.
: T: A.......sweaty-toothed madman.
: K: Now there's the poet speaking. Close your eyes what do
you see. Now!
: T: I...I close my eyes. His image flicks beside me.
: K: A sweaty-toothed madman
: T: A sweaty-toothed madman,
: with a stare that pounds my brain.....his hands reach
out and choke me......all the time he mumbles....
: K: mumbles what?
: T: Truth..........truth is like a blanket that always
leaves your feet cold!
: a few boys laugh
: K: To hell with them! More about the blanket!
: T: Stretch it, pull it, it will never cover any of
us......Kick at it, beat at it, it will never be
enough.....fromt he moment we enter crying....to the moment
we leave dying, it will cover just your head as you wail
and cry and scream!
: K: There is magic Mr. Anderson. Don't you forget this.
: This poem means a hell of alot to me.
: giveaway boy
Here's a shorter one......
The cat sat on the mat.