I'm probably going to come back and take another write at Richard Siken's Crush. I did a poem based on his style back in January. I planned on writing something about dreams, which he kept coming back to in Crush. But I kept thinking of Ariel Baker-Gibbs poem about boring people by talking about dreams. And then I thought I had a poem about my father to write, and I did, but it turned out to be something completely different. Smells Like Smells Like Teen Spirit
Adam Stone In the still of the night the street steams at the lack of cars If it can not be pure earth again It at least wants to feel used My father lives alone since his second wife And can no longer hear that song Shoo doop Shoo be doo The original is safe But the cover version was their wedding song (so real, so right) But didn't he also dance with my mother to this same song Never the original Songs with nostalgia for other songs never impressed me Smells like smells like teen spirit Odes to odes Dust to dust Is all sex nostalgia for other sex Even first sex nostalgia for something we've heard about Seen on tv The night never seems still Even when it is quiet some piece of the sky moves Some city burns distant Some animal asserts dissatisfaction with human sleep habits My father doesn't sleep well Does he stay awake remembering life before this barren I don't know I don't sleep well either Is my whole existence just some cover of his own A slightly different time structure But the same chorus
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