Crying the point oranges,
we creep about on rooftops and are stoned.
Rooftops are bad sleeping,
but we have something hot that you can smoke.
That is our stick lucky:
For us the spice is antiseptic green.
Spice follows not nervous;
we’ll give you some leftover Annie Hall.
Some say we don’t prosper,
but we can spare manila cigarettes.
Can you adjust helmet?
The baby Turk is crying in the drawer.
Crying the point oranges,
we creep about on rooftops and are stoned.
Sara Bickley lives and writes in Dayton, Ohio.
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Posted on February 21, 2009 in Poems
11 Responses to “THE GARRET AND THE JAIL • by Sara Bickley”
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February 21st, 2009 at 2:15 am
I liked this a lot, Sara. I had flashbacks to Jabberwocky as I read. It is either total gibberish or the most profound thing I have ever read.
I’ll let you know when I decide.
February 21st, 2009 at 7:07 am
Although K.C. Ball has proven her perception and depth and has decided to reserve decision, I am going to rush in and give my opinion: No, Hon, No.
February 21st, 2009 at 7:35 am
Maybe you have to be stoned to appreciate it.
February 21st, 2009 at 11:47 am
Smo-king cig-a-rettes and wat-ching Cap–tain Kan-ga-roo…
February 21st, 2009 at 11:50 am
I don’t see any profundity myself, just gibberish. I don’t understand it one bit and can’t appreciate it as a poem. If someone could explain it to me, I’d be extremely grateful.
February 21st, 2009 at 12:06 pm
I couldn’t understand it – and that’s not like me. I did try – but couldn’t even find any good sounds. It has left me wondering why my submission was rejected.
February 21st, 2009 at 12:35 pm
I like “we creep about on rooftops and are stoned,” and although I’m unable to glean anything coherent from the remainder of the content, it leaves me curious to learn more about it. In that case, isn’t that what all writers want; the reader to crave more?
February 21st, 2009 at 1:14 pm
I feel like there’s some secret code here that I cannot crack. I hope the poet comes forward to explain this poem. I’ve read it several times and I just feel dumb.
February 21st, 2009 at 1:37 pm
I think it’s about smoking pot and perhaps that’s what the author was doing while writing it. (No insult or libel intended; I don’t smoke but I don’t have a problem with those who do–except for the fact that it makes them incoherent.)
@Sue (#6) I also wonder why mine was rejected. I may have to start submitting nonsensical drivel.
February 21st, 2009 at 2:03 pm
The poem is surreal and we don’t accept many of those because they tend to be meaningless but this one has a strong structure of 6 and then 10 beats to the line, repetitions and some terrific images. It is undoubtedly about smoking something and the confusion of thought speaks to that subject matter.
“we’ll give you some leftover Annie Hall.”
is a line I particularly liked. I’ve watched Annie Hall a few times – existentialism and smoking pot give about the same view of the world…
This is perhaps the type of poem where you have to – chill & go with it.
Of course Sara may disagree with me.
March 1st, 2009 at 1:44 am
There is music here, I like it, it’s intriguing. The repetition works and there are some great images.