/lit/ - Literature

last 3:
city of god— doctorow
infinite jest— wallace
the trial— kafka

currently:
the recognitions— gaddis

next 3:
the pale king— wallace
the corrections— franzen
unsure

same as >>1960738

61.
In the same way—
Less to an extent, than
Below your even skin
As a rigid bend of bone
And in this case then
The way light takes you there
As it spills, rolls down the stair
They, these bone-counterparts protruding
Extending from below your neck
Beneath and perpendicular
But all these things in my
Periphery only— only
Short breaths exchanging
As I kiss your mouth with
Mine. And in removing
My hand from behind the shallow width-
Of, —your-neck, I
Traveled tips of fingers down
Closed my eyes around
Us, and touched your collarbone

>>1843506
thus the cycle continues. should i do another— one that i actually like, and open it up for critique?

ahem

heys guys critique my poem please? thanks in advance


46.
Where light reflects—
Refracts in epileptic flashes
Off a sleeping, dormant swimming pool
A plane of floating spinning flecks
You are bones in a weather-worn
Folding chair of torn—
Tearing fabric on an aluminum frame form
Forming geometric lines
Of obscured, absent sun-light
Laying restless on the paved walk—
Of pressed pebbles into cement blocks.
You are styrofoam goose bumps in the breeze
And pressing bony fingertips to skull
Never enough empty and never full
Looking for patterns in the pool
Some order in its undulating morse
Morose, more S-O-S or vegetablehuman drool
You reach down, empty ash into
An ageless aluminum cylinder symbol
Branded red and red and Coca-Cola
Wrinkled dead and dented— America
While you, having drawn in breathy fog,
Wait for fog to make you whole

I drew you—

On my bed in

Grey charcoal.
Grew
Dark as details

Accumulated. Glued

Your eyes to the page—

Misconstrued

Something I had said

In passing

Hemingway tends to put people in situations where there is a sensible option and they do the nonsensical thing. he's very fatalistic