Um… Yeah. I kinda forgot (again) about the current poetry contest, Quietly Naked In The Pouring Rain. Senility, I suppose.
Anyways, we’ll run the voting until midnight on the 15th, and I’ll try to actually pay attention now. Cast your votes in this thread, and remember that the winning entry gets a guest post here on UDoJ.
Entries are below the fold:
my god my head hurts
naked in the pouring rain
damn where are my clothes
Quietly naked in the pouring rain,
that tree stands like my memory of you
at tne edge of a promise spoken anew.
Sky and mist and earth mixed again,
but now mixed with tears and empty hands
No voice answers mine, no thunder even
No questions to ask for no answers given,
where you once kissed me just that tree stands.
Beneath that tree where once we had lain
is a tangle of roots that know dark history
in their wordless winding they bind you to me,
quietly standing in the pouring rain.
If chics give you kicks when you’re out on a trip,
But man it’s too drastic to say “Hey fantastic!”
Don’t copy Elvis or you’ll bust a pelvis
The pain makes you flip.
Shit Shit Shit I forgot; “Quietly naked in the pouring rain.”
Quietly, naked in the pouring rain
I’m waiting as you frantically explain
To your angry husband, waving in the air
Those crumpled jeans you sought to hide in vain.
His sharp demands, accusing stare
Your evasions, sobbed despair
How long did this deception last?
This sick, despicable affair?
Your lover’s breaths are faint and fast
And now your time with him is passed.
Your husband screams like one insane
And from his hand his ring is cast.
Your lover knows no more of pain.
His opened throat – a crimson drain.
I clean my blade and watch him die
Quietly naked in the pouring rain.
Cast your votes here.