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Glenn J(ones) Male, 21, United States (7/16/2010 11:36:00 AM)

I don't necessarily consider myself a poet. MY future carrer options are heading towards journalist, author, radio-host, advertisement designer. I wrote this out of complete Random and I don't understand what compelled me to write it. I haven't written a poem since a 6th grade English project, and while I managed quite a few compliments, that was a while (but not too much of, as I'm only 17) ago. So this probably just sucks, but I'd love opinions and possible critique. Here you go:

Desolate Pelican Land
Ship wreckage unbattered
My compass points east
No rest.

I am sunkissed and shaken
The palm trees are'a swayin'
It's snowing in Africa
No sense.

Magic Sailing Ship, abduct me
Probe me and mutilate
Borrow a kidney
No return.

Do you feel the gentle breeze attacking?
Asphyxiation by coconut
I am askin' for a lynchin'
No anchor.

Doppleganger is'a swimmin'
Hear the monkey's screech?
I lounge on anthills
No free birds.
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  • Rookie b l (4/13/2011 9:42:00 PM) Post reply
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    Hey as far as experience I'm right there with you(ripe old age of 17) .But I got a kick out of it, Has a great imagery about it.As well as a Alice-in-wonderland-I-have-no-clue-whats-going-on-vibe.
    Let me ask you, was there any symbolism or meaning to it that I may have missed?

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