A tragedy for funny people, a book of poetry that caresses the soul soothes the mind and excites taste buds
Tropes are defined as figures of speech that turn from a literal meaning to a figurative one. Poetically speaking, the ascending lark would be an example of a trope. An epitome is a perfect example of something. There are various examples of poetry, and several short prose pieces. Some might quibble with that assessment and classify the latter as poetry. To my thinking, that goes too far, but if someone is convinced that they are pieces are poetry, further discussions are useless. 12 J’aime J’aime is an example of this. With a little more work, this could be a fine free verse poem.
There are also some sentence-long poems, which seem like aphorisms. That is indeed a poetic genre, but they appear to serve no particular function. It would have been nice to have placed several of them together.
"Here’s to the forgotten, the miss spelled, lost creative
thought, heres to the missed, the forgotten
opportunities to turn words
into art"
This is certainly not a ballad in the traditional sense. It could be the beginning of one, even if the verse structure is very different from what one would expect. But what does “miss spelled” actually mean? There is no clue.
Pictures and images appear, usually without apparent connection in most cases. Three pictures of a young woman with blue hair and a red rose appear before Just Fucking, leading one to conclude that she is the object of desire.
17 Egomaniac concludes with these lines:
"when I walk into the room I don’t see anyone but
myself.
I won’t see anyone but myself."
I read them as the poet saying the book consists of pieces thrown together into a form which only the poem understands. If anyone else does, it is all well and good, and if no one does, that is perfectly fine with the poet,
Perhaps I have missed something, but it is as though I am reading a language that I do not understand.