June 28, 2007
Ode to a Beloved Turd
a lyrical moment
by kyle restivo,
codependent collegian poet-in-residence
This is part of a continuing series devoted to poetic discourse and bringing elegiac elegance to the Codependent Collegian's faithful audience. Join us in the celebration of rhyme, whimsy, and lyricism!
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of bad beer I had drunk,
Or emptied some long-chowed tacos to the drains
One minute past, and mine shit-load had sunk:
'Tis not through puking in near parking lot,
But being too turgid in thine massiveness,
That thou, heavy-laid log of my gut,
In some melodious plot
Of rusty trailers, and shadows numberless,
Singest thou of summer like a goat in randy rut.
Forlorn! the very word is like Taco Bell
To toll me back from my beloved lump toward my toilet shelf!
Adieu! the turd treated me so well
As it is meant to do, relieving myself.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive odor fades
Past the near window, over the neighbor's roof,
Down the sewer-pipe; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, my dreams remain aloof?
Fled is that aroma: Lay me on the floor in an exhausted heap.
by kyle restivo,
codependent collegian poet-in-residence
This is part of a continuing series devoted to poetic discourse and bringing elegiac elegance to the Codependent Collegian's faithful audience. Join us in the celebration of rhyme, whimsy, and lyricism!
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of bad beer I had drunk,
Or emptied some long-chowed tacos to the drains
One minute past, and mine shit-load had sunk:
'Tis not through puking in near parking lot,
But being too turgid in thine massiveness,
That thou, heavy-laid log of my gut,
In some melodious plot
Of rusty trailers, and shadows numberless,
Singest thou of summer like a goat in randy rut.
Forlorn! the very word is like Taco Bell
To toll me back from my beloved lump toward my toilet shelf!
Adieu! the turd treated me so well
As it is meant to do, relieving myself.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive odor fades
Past the near window, over the neighbor's roof,
Down the sewer-pipe; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, my dreams remain aloof?
Fled is that aroma: Lay me on the floor in an exhausted heap.
Labels: lyricism, poetry, turd