Friday, December 3, 2010

Analysis

Could be the weather, could be a hangover from November, but I've been feeling ... dark.


Anna Lycis

Anna Theema drank coffee in bed,
She stayed awake 'til dawn and read.

Anna Bolique grew and grew,
The poor girl was forever buying shoes.

Anna Stettik was a sleepy one,
She drowsed right off and missed the fun.

Anna Tommi's body was fair,
They found bits and pieces, here and there.

Oh.
Oh.
Oh.

Annas sweet, and Annas fair
Auburn skin and creamy hair
Anna's name that burns so bright
Gives purpose to our endless night.

Oh.
Oh.
Oh.

Anna Nonim was the last this year,
She met with Us
                           

                             and disappeared.

10 comments:

  1. Tis the darkness in Chris' mind!

    This reminds me of one of those creepy songs that little girls sing - loved the beat and ingenuity of the names.

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  2. Thanks Erin. This one woke me up last night, and I wasn't going to get to rest until it hit the paper. (Not quite sure of what that says about me ...)

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  3. Clever. And for some reason, I hear it in my head in a sing-song demon's voice. Huh.

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  4. Excellent, Chris. I love how fragmented it is. Eeek! I didn't raelize you wrote poetry. This reminds me of a classy version of the lizzy borden ditty.

    I can see this being used in a movie or a preface for a novel. I might need to quote you on this one day.

    ps. Have you seen Identity w/John Cuskack? I rewatched it the other day. Super cool thriller, this poem reminds me of it.

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  5. R.S. - it certainly wasn't a nice voice that woke me up with this.

    Jodi - thank you for the comment! Poetry from me is a very "sometimes" thing.

    If I ever get my act together to write my short story collection of femme-fatales, I may use this to open it.

    And yep - I know exactly the part of the movie you're talking about, and it gives me goosebumps to remember it (As I was walking up the stairs...I met a man who wasn't there...He wasn't there again today...oh how I wish he'd go away.) Brr.

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  6. "...not sure what it says about me..."

    It says that you're crazy mister...and we love it. That was great, Chris, and as Erin said, it sounds like one of those creepy kids songs in s horror movie.

    Great work, my friend!!

    Have a great weekend.

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  7. Thanks David.

    What this really reminded me of, after I wrote it, was an old school video game, called "7th Guest" from back in the day. There were tons of these creepy little poems that used to disturb me long after turning it off.

    Weird influence, to be sure, but it's all fodder for the muse.

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  8. Brilliant! Really creepy, yet kind of matter-of-fact. I read it with a Bye Baby Bunting voice in my head - so it creeped me out even more.

    Really love it. I'd like to illustrate it (but I'm not an artist) and hang it on my wall.

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  9. When inspiration hits, 3AM or 3PM, you must seize the moment!

    PS - big thanks for all your kind comments!

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  10. Lily - Thank you. That makes me blush a little.

    Erin - only saying what's on my mind! :)

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