Round One: Tiger Spitz vs. Ed Poe [TIGERSPITZ wins (NS)]
 

http://i.imgur.com/nNeQq4Y.gif

Verses will be due Friday at 11:59 p.m. Western / 2:59 Am Eastern / 7:59AM UK. There are no Extensions. No Exceptions.

Verses must be a minimum of 10 Lines and maximum of 48 Lines or 650 words unless agreed upon by both competitors.

Votes will be due Sundays at 11:59 p.m. Western / 2:59 Am Eastern / 7:59AM UK .

View Other Rules Here

Goodluck

@TIGERSPITZ @EdPoe




Topic:



http://i.imgur.com/RVZH6NB.jpg

BULLSHIT ABSTRACTION.
 

there's a bus route, and a path less wandered.
deviate from routine & you leave unmasked, an impostor.
a faker, a fraud, sure, you try to fit in-
you cram in the pack and smack of antacid on blotter.
hit to the lick. clap for the concert.
fuck it. you brave through the walk,
alone. you cuss & manage a laugh to calm nerves...
the rustic path is abandoned, solo and awkward.
it winds through the woods. wine-tips and good.
you're feeling it now, weirdly cautiously proud-
reminisce upon-
father's corvette, a remembrance: steering rockets through town
micromanage a perfect 4th of july.
responsible now, work into coffers 'til die. so forget zero pressure,
inaudible sentences, improper nouns- just the scent of December.
proud of every present you found without fostering doubt.
discovering Santa was built beneath a tree of misgivings, and guilt.
my fake reads Art-Deku McFleeting. treble & loud. flannel & reading.
tremble & scrounge for reasons for living: well, i'm drawing a blank.
perhaps existentialism's robbing a bank,
and swiping a sack full of memories with
no offering thanks. that's emptiness in a pause .
the emptiness we applaud. the empty symphony hall
that sinks that 'empty' in all, as we develop
theories of meaning that barely compel me to stop
reading the walls with a candle in the belly of god.
head towards the light. it's quite the conundrum.

TIGERSPITZ wins by no show.