Mind Warp File 15

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               [ Mind Warp  -  Volume #1, Issue #4, File #015 ] 
                   [ "Miscellaneous Poetry" by Dark Horse ] 
             
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                            Miscellaneous Poetry 
                                [Dark Horse] 

*Dark Horse - "hmm:" 
*Date: Wednesday June 15 2:59am 1994 

Midnight blues: 

2nd chorus 

a knick, 
    a scratch 
in an old wooden speaker 

has more to say than the evening news. 

A person, place, thing, or idea 
stamped there for eternity, posterity. 
A movie in solid state. 
15 min of forever: 
    cut out of time and 
squeezed into wood. 

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Just something in my notebook.  The whole midnight blues(2nd Chorus) has to do 
with being in the middle of Jack Kerouac's Mexico City Blues ~242 Choruses~ 
and liking it alot, mimicking a bit of the style.  Anyway this was written 
after a page-long incoherent essay about potential and kinetic ideas. 

it's 2:54 am, i have to get up at 10 or earlier to take a practice psat; in 
other words I'll fail it, but that's ok.  ain't no thang... 

-dark.horse 

 

 
*Dark Horse #48 - "2 Poems from a thunderstorm" 
*Date: Thursday June 16 2:38am 1994 

Midnight Blues 
3rd Chorus 

on the rooftop, 
Arms autstreached 
Back arched to catch the 
         falling rain 
face to the sky 
  waiting for 
     the lightning 
     to take me 

 
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India 

India the cover exclaims 
the country? probably 
but maybe, just maybe 
the girl 

a chapter for her hair, sparkling dirty blonde 
30 pages for her smile 
20 for her eyes(bright blue) 
40 for her thoughts 
someday her for me 

India: not quite a love poem, 
but more than a rememberance 

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Wrote both of those during the storms today, I feel like i should expand on 
them at some point.  Tell me what you think. 

-dark.horse 

 

 
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*Alexa - "poem" 
*Date: Sunday June 12 8:58pm 1994 

for all intents and purposes this is a poem 
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this 
is a poem. whatever that means. am i supposed 
to spit out meaning and put life 
into a free verse box and envelop it with the 
glistening metallic wrapping paper of a silver tongue? 

i don't know. what's a poem? 

is this 
a photograph in words? and of what? of a feeling? of 
truth? of hope? of despair? happiness? 
or of everything? 

i don't know. what's a poem? is this really a poem? 

this 
is just me. thinking, feeling, hoping, writing. 
that might be a poem. i'm not sure. i always thought 
poems were more than that. in what way? 

i don't know. 

what's a poem? 

is this 
really enough? is this me, on this page? i mean the poem me 
the whichever me is the me that means poetry, whatever 
that might be, and if there really is a poem in me. is there? 

i don't know. 

-- but i do know that long after this page has been shoved away 
into some drawer or thrown, by an absentminded or overcritical me 
into the shiny black maw of the wastepaper basket, 
i find myself remembering every single line 

                             ú a ú l ú e ú x ú a ú 

 

*Dark Horse - "..." 
*Date: Monday June 13 1:10am 1994 

What is a poem? 
(A response in free verse) 

a poem 
is just thoughts 

a picture of thoughts : 
a picture of your mind 

This? this is not a poem 
it is a spark that flows from my brain 
to the screen. 

The picture will fade before it can develop 
a reverse-Polaroid, 
the image makes way for new sparks 
new brains 
new ideas 

This is a fluid thought in a static world 
unreachable but for a screen 
and nothing without it... 

-dark.horse 

 

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