a mlarg poem

This is something I threw together last semester. I was contemplating Deconstructive theory and anyone lived in a pretty how town by E.E.Cummings (and just so you all know, this is one of my favorite poems EVER, so you have to look it up before you read this). I was frustrated with myself for being love-struck and easily distracted, and I was feeling guilty for sitting a spider's web. I was also feeling rather silly for thinking I should write a poem about what I was thinking, rather than doing my math homework. Procrastination sometimes makes decent poetry though, so I thought I'd take advantage of it... this was the resulting mess:



I wish I lived in a pretty how town

This here spider

Sitting next to me,

Is going to have to learn to share.

This is my chair.

Granted it’s her web

That I sat in.

So she can sit or spin it again.

While I type.

And spin.

I wonder

Should I try to forget?

How anyone is real

(he loved noone)

and noone

had

to

say

goodbyeandnoandneverand

(worst of all)

ihavent&dont&wontcare

noone had to pluck her eyes out

chop her heart up into little itty bits

(It killed noone, you know; to do that)

Should I try to forget?

How noone lives on

heartless (because it’s chop suey)

blind (‘though it’s nothing glasses can fix)

and she tries not to think

about before

                        before

before love sat in her web.

When something loses its center.

does it collapse?

Or does it try to keep building out.

as fast as it can?

When something loses all structure.

does it disappear?

Or does it try to support itself.

with chop suey heart

and unattached eyes

and a face of iron indifference?