This is a "placeholder poem". Where each line is a description of what the line in the poem would actually be if the author got around to actually writing it.
lyrics
[A Name Involving Bones]
[An interesting fact about bones.]
[A curious extension into a secondary fact about bones.]
[A sideways yet informative plug for calcium consumption and bone health.]
[An encouraging piece of advice to eat more spinach and milk.]
[A peak statement declaring the importance of bones.]
[A resolving axiom-conclusion equating bones to friends.]
[A declaration that I want you to be my friend.]
[An invitation to my dungeon.]
[A statement of hope that you’ll accept the offer.]
[A lovely description of the levels of the dungeon:
the decor! the treasure! the magic loot!]
[A dismissal of the definitely-not-monsters in my dungeon.]
[A harder dismissal of an example of a definitely-not-a-monster-and-most-definitely-not-a-metaphor-for-my-male-insecurity-,-anxiety-,-narcissism-and-a-compulsive-need-to-control-my-life in my dungeon.]
[A statement encouraging you not to worry.]
[A generous gesture of spanakopita! More Calcium! Yay!]
[An encouraging gesture of strong bones, where strong bones mean good times!]
[An embarrassed admission that I’ve been caught.]
[An apology.]
[A confession regarding a secret.]
[A playfully shy dance around the secret.]
[A gathering of self meant to generate tension and anticipation.]
[A presentation of a quest: to heal me.]
[A captivating depiction of a sad, lonely child locked away deep inside my psyche who’s scared and lonely, unable to reach out and hold anyone long enough to feel cleansed, wanted, to feel a part of something bigger than himself.]
[A helpless cry that I need someone to do it for me.]
[Advice that if you do take up the quest, that you must come well armed: with magic armor, a party of trustworthy companions,
and rope to tie me down lest I run away.]
[An apology that I keep running away, deeper into my dungeon, through the hydra pit, the goblin kingdom, the Drow city, the shark infested underwater volcano.]
[A statement of gratitude for loving me, for following anyway.]
[A statement of hope that you’ve built sturdy bones, because I’ll need them.]
[A description of my inner sanctum: of me, alone, surrounded by the bones of everyone who tried to reach me, heal me and keep me.]
[A statement of gratitude for bones, as they are so often my only company.]
[An enthusiastically interesting fact about bones.]
[Another enthusiastically interesting fact about bones.]
Ken Yoshikawa is a shin-issei/first generation half-Japanese American poet-actor from Portland, OR. He has been active in
the Portland Poetry Slam community since 2014. He loves blue chicken taco trees and resents punctuation and grammar at his convenience....more
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021