Friday, June 23, 2006

Imagination

Imagine this, beautiful dreamer –
Smiles painted on coffee creamer,
Flowers colored in children’s crayon,
Fists clenched in a misdemeanor,
Tears trailing down synthetic rayon.

Imagine that, feral cupid –
Smart answers to questions stupid,
Morals cemented in elastic,
Hallucinating until it’s lucid,
Genius but not very scholastic.

Imagine this, stunning utopian –
Candy-apples shellacked in opium,
Ice cream trucks playing rock n’ roll,
Pancakes fried in crude petroleum,
Cheerios floating in a toilet bowl.

Imagine that, glorious princess –
Fecal malodorous they call incense,
Golden bricks cinderblock plated,
All five giving into the sixth-sense,
Teenagers some wish were sedated.

Imagine this, and imagine that –
It’s easy to pull a rabbit from your hat.
Miners digging cranium in exploration,
It don’t have to be perfect, tit-for-tat,
Cause it’s just a pigment of your imagination.

10 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey did you ever read likkutei dibburim book 2 chapter 7?

6/23/2006 1:19 PM  
Blogger The Bearded One said...

fecal malodorous... i rmemeber that one

6/24/2006 3:12 PM  
Blogger The Bearded One said...

oh, i forgot to mention. your drawing skills are quickly gaining on your writing skills. good to see you're still ulti-talented. u coming to israel ever?

6/24/2006 3:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i feel so stupid. i can't understand the inner dimensions of a crown heighters writing! how sad, or maybe how wonderful for him? Tolstoy is easier.

6/24/2006 11:54 PM  
Blogger jakeyology said...

anon 1: yes.

more berk than bite: it was something about a staircase being "fecally malodorous", and i knew you'd remember.

ye, i should be back sooner than later.

anon 2: what does my writing or crown heights have to do with you feeling stupid (or sad).

a poem hasn't one meaning - everyone relates differently - that's the beauty of it. so relate how you do and forget about "understanding" it. just feel it.

and tolstoy is not a very complex writer - he says it how it is.

6/25/2006 4:17 AM  
Anonymous b said...

were curious to know your definiton of the poem. When you know about the author its easier to unravel his messages. we don't know you, so its difficult to understand your writing.

6/25/2006 12:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

who's we?

6/25/2006 2:29 PM  
Blogger jakeyology said...

(did you know Tolstoy?)

some would say: by knowing the writing you understand the person; not by knowing the person do you understand the writing.

i would really like to hear the reader's definition of the poem - just make something up!

6/26/2006 11:44 AM  
Anonymous the editor said...

just to butt in a sec:

"Cause" should have an apostraphe in front when standing in for "because"

do imaginations have pigments?

6/26/2006 12:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

who you trying to scare?

6/26/2006 12:45 PM  

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