This Morning I'm Crying Over a Girl I Don't Even Know
poetry, post-modern, sad, obtuse, true story, love
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An obtuse autobiography of images.
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-This Morning I’m Crying Over A Girl I Don’t Even Know- I have
burned the bridges and cut off jeans. On a scene where the plywood
bends and the actors collapse. Color it resolved now. She can
hesitate over ground swelling large and proud sticking out from the
backs of classrooms and spilling yr thoughts back at you before you
can even think them. Kill me in the morning with the eyes you were
too drowsy to shake awake. You had this slip cover covering chairs
and clutching yr knees to yr chest under a blanket. Throw me away
in the night while you drink and I will drink and I will drink. I
want to look at you with the veins in the white behind my glasses
cut there by a scalpel and straining to release the colored and
muddy thoughts I assemble between great and weighty drags on
cigarettes and marijuana pipes. She grabs my arm and tells me I
look like yr exboyfriend until the wine gets to her and she passes
out right as I am leaving the party to sit with drag queens and
cheaper beer where I can sing as loud as I want, lacking time to
care. And I can call you once and I can call you twice and hear on
the other end the beeps and hisses coming from computers, fax
machines, yr mother’s respirator. The improper nature of my
mechanical hands that move in precise rhythm and keep time across
the surface of the skin on yr leg like I’m playing a song, always
playing a song.
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You have the makings of a very strong piece here, and you have the bones of its structure--now you just need to be able to flesh it out for the reader.
It is my opinion that when a writer uses a device to make their work unique, it should add to, not detract from, the work itself. The use of "yr" is just such a device here, IMHO.
Another thing which hit me almost immedately as I began reading was your frequent change in verb tense. Sometimes you are referring to now, sometimes to then, sometimes to the future; there is no rhyme or reason that I can discern for these changes and they greatly detract from the flow of your writing.
On a scene where the plywood bends and the actors collapse.This is a sentence fragment.
She can hesitate over ground swelling large and proud sticking out from the backs of classrooms and spilling yr thoughts back at you before you can even think them.Need to insert a comma between "proud" and "sticking."
And I can call you once and I can call you twice and hear on the other end the beeps and hisses coming from computers, fax machines, yr mother’s respirator.Absolutely love this line!
Thanks for putting this available to be read. Would like to see it again if you re-work it.
I absolutely loved this poem. It seems like it's a stream of consciousness, which I usually tend to enjoy. There is good use of poetic elements in here as well, especially assonance in my two favorite sentences:
Throw me away in the night while you drink and I will drink and I will drink. I want to look at you with the veins in the white behind my glasses cut there by a scalpel and straining to release the colored and muddy thoughts I assemble between great and weighty drags on cigarettes and marijuana pipes.
The imagery you evoke is strong, and the repetition seems to add a nice flow to the poem.
I look forward to reading more of your work.
The formatting for your piece here is frustrating and infuriating - it really is a drag on the eyes. The piece, however, is quite interesting and a joy to read!
I noticed some fluff and I wasn't sure if it actually meant anything though. For instance, 'On a scene where the ploywood bends and the actors collapse.' What does that even mean? It's not a complete sentence either.
'She can hesitate over ground swelling large and proud ...' sounds like clunky fluff to me with little meaning. Your is your, not yr. You wrote '..and I will drink' twice but that's understandable, words get tangled up in everyone's head sometimes.
'...muddy thoughts I assemble between great and weighty drags on cigarettes and marijuana pipes' is a good sentence ; maybe change the word muddy though, it weighs the sentence down and really hinders it's impact.
'...and cheaper beer' seems excessive, as well as 'lacking time to care'. Don't start a sentence with 'And'. I dont know why you count off the calls you give her - again, it affects the impact of your feelings for the girl. Who still uses fax machines, man?
When you use 'mechanical' to describe your hands, it seems awkward to call it an 'improper' nature. Mechanical, by nature, is very meticulous and proper.
It's a good shot, keep trying!



This isn't bad for a start but i tink it needs some work. It isn't quite to where it could be. You keep putting "yr" and i believe this should be fixed. It doesnt flow that well