Thursday, January 29, 2004
I was chatting with this guy from some local chatroom, he called himself a poet which, generally, don't impress me much, but then afterwards i checked, and his poetry's actually good.
here or here. Not so much poetry as food porn.
Against Cilantro
Stinking herb, malodorous weed,
I loathe your very leaf and stem,
abhor your green and hate the stench
you suffer into dishes. I detest you down
to your dirty root, wicked kin of carrot
and sometime bitter guest at Hebrew feasts,
though I’ve made peace with your seed
once thought to keep bedbugs at bay
or cure the sterile Arab merchant,
granting him his fleet. I’ll take
a pinch for pork chop or pickle
but I’ll leave your putrid, rangy legs,
your shaggy fronds, for someone else’s
sorry tongue. I’d sooner chew the cords
of small appliances or clear my throat
with bleach than entertain your caustic sting....
Or this one is multimedia.
here or here. Not so much poetry as food porn.
Against Cilantro
Stinking herb, malodorous weed,
I loathe your very leaf and stem,
abhor your green and hate the stench
you suffer into dishes. I detest you down
to your dirty root, wicked kin of carrot
and sometime bitter guest at Hebrew feasts,
though I’ve made peace with your seed
once thought to keep bedbugs at bay
or cure the sterile Arab merchant,
granting him his fleet. I’ll take
a pinch for pork chop or pickle
but I’ll leave your putrid, rangy legs,
your shaggy fronds, for someone else’s
sorry tongue. I’d sooner chew the cords
of small appliances or clear my throat
with bleach than entertain your caustic sting....
Or this one is multimedia.
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