Stoic is the root form of the primordial buzzing
That whirls around my head in airy desperation
Flourishing meaningless in all its splendid mediocrity
Flourishing under the desperation of relations wholly primordial
The din overwhelms me with its manifest buzz
Mediocre interactions leave me cold and stoic
Mediocrity fosters ambiguous buzzing amongst the stoic
Who relate best or even exclusively to that which is primordial
Desperation seeps perpetually into the fountain of my soul where it will flourish
Desperate to flourish in the face of such mediocrity
I challenge potential friend and foe alike with stoicism
The buzz of ubiquitous propaganda rings primordial
Buzzing around the stoic famine as it flourishes
Such hollow connection stings as it oozes mediocrity
Primordially choked once and for all by my desperation
The primordial goons of mediocrity conceal their desperation
Camouflaged in vapid consumerism where appearances flourish
Stoic facade, in the end, the crux and the meat of the matter is all buzz.
---Alexis Hope, 02 July 2011
You too can try my Six Word poetic form. The table in the body of Wednesday, June 29, 2011 post details the word placement in each line. If you decide to do one email me back the results for I am seeking data on the validity of this particular form.
Also check out my new wordpress website. It's a literary journal called Randomly Accessed Poetics! Submissions are open. I will be publishing literary works, explicit language pieces, and eventually a journal a relative wrote in the late 1800's detailing their journey to Oregon on the Oregon Trail. And when I gather enough submitted works from other people, I will be cobbling together an e-anthology called Randomly Accessed Poetics.