Don't stand there with that shit-eating grin on your face,
my dear, as if you'd just won the red noise prize.
Let me tell you that a fruit's a fruit and a tart's a tart,
and that Annabelle – well, suffice it to say
that I knew her in school, and all to well.
If you know what I mean.
So don't you feed me that 'J'en sais rien' line.
I seen the two of you parked in my car,
and it was rocking.
– Iself (© 2011)
Written for day 8 of NaPoWriMo.
This was written in response to:
"Today’s prompt is a bit of a smorgasbord, and reflects the fact that we are at day seven. It asks you to write a poem with seven different phrases, ideas, or just plain old “things” in it. These are:
1) an example of synasthetic metaphor — one that describes one sensory perception using adjectives more naturally suited to a different sense (e.g., “a red noise,” or a “a bitter touch”)
2) a fruit
3) the name (first or last) of someone you knew in school
4) a rhetorical question
5) a direct address to the poem’s audience — “Reader” or “mom” or “Michelle,” or maybe just “You”)
6) a word in a foreign language
7) a reference to a game of chance (darts or pool or the lottery or etc).
All of these may seem pretty disjointed, and indeed, they’re meant to be. But these kind of little “projects” can work wonders in keeping a poem both lively and concrete, instead of letting it wander off into a forest of abstractions)."