Poems About Trees

I’ve been reading “Some Trees” repeatedly so this poem holds more water than it might otherwise.  Anyway it’s by K. SILEM MOHAMMAD.

I have written a couple of poems about trees

poems about trees and snakes and lakes and birds

poems about nature and life in New England

I write crappy poems and eat babies

if you like poems about trees you’re in for a treat

when I get nervous I get hyper and bump into people

I read to them what MapQuest gave me

round during then in the mom seeker panties

to help me narrow down the slut thing word jobs

rawr I’m too stupid to be able to make my point clear

if you for critique you eventually works at what a

chromosome disorder speech theory itch be responsible

congratulations, really nice birth control

is the most important challenge to vintage porn food stamps

and then I thought only God etc. (i.e. chemicals about progesterone)

the woods are full of police

90% Khalil Gibran, 10% carved wooden men

that can see souls at night

but I, warlike, considering gray cream for attire

enjoying impossible “nudes on ice,” more death

as though your hands were hollow and sequently

the big soprano going back to her church

because her crazy French mom does and no one knows why

brainwashed creationists go ever yodeling to attract

the jolly echo of a forest of orange sauce

“you anus looks like a chicken pie”

I hate you, dig me up

people write poems about trees and the words

are shaped like a tree

kids are stupid

$10

~ by demosthenes310 on November 27, 2011.

2 Responses to “Poems About Trees”

  1. This dude has had a lot of po-buzz and it looks like i’ll be peeping his book once I return to the reg. Though the reference to MapQuest seems forced. I dunno about the seams in this poem in general, the things with mapquest and God and creationists just kind of drip with irony a bit too much. but “to help me narrow down the slut thing” rules.

    • I agree, and to that I’d add that I’m very much on the fence about internet-colloquialisms like “rawr” in poetry; maybe a little too trendy just yet. I like the idea of flarf but have never read a flarf poem that works through and through.

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