I wrote my utopia with a Nissan pen.
It wasn't a recipe,
nothing rose or bubbled,
but there was beating,
carried on the wings of a drake,
and a perfect round egg.
And smoke, I confess,
That rose then hovered.
Cats in red waistcoats scattered flowers.
Everywhere.
Free spirits.
No headaches.
Air conditioning.
There was only enough to eat.













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Critiquing someone's prose or poetry is an awesome thing to do.
but i don't really see where the line "cat's in red coats..." comes in. if you're alluding to something I don't know about that goes along with utopia or creating, I apologize.
I do like the idea of creating written works juxtaposed with cooking.
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"The master's tools will never dismantle the master's house" Audre Lorde
"Even amidst fierce flames, the golden lotus can be planted" Sylvia Plath's epigraph
"Here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ in Water" John Keats' epigraph.
Thanks very much for taking the time to comment. Much appreciated.
critique/comments are the only way any artist can improve.
much luck.
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"The master's tools will never dismantle the master's house" Audre Lorde
"Even amidst fierce flames, the golden lotus can be planted" Sylvia Plath's epigraph
"Here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ in Water" John Keats' epigraph.
But for now, initial thoughts - 'This poem. Hee. I like this poem.'
Truth be told, I'm generally either to jaded/complicated/cynical (not to be confused with jaded)/distracted/impatient to really enjoy or "get" most poems, so for me to immediately like something that doesn't rhyme means you've got something here. Whatever it is. Good job.
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Comment, to get comments.
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Comment, to get comments.
Share your kindness, not your hate.
Love the art, before yourself.
What is Corrence?
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