Spring 2009, Volume 6

Poetry by Karie McNeley

Cheeaters never propser: a broad exercisse

If I typed without ewver looking,
   I might come up with something like this
  Something insahne and probably not correct
   Oops I just chearted and I looked
   But I forced myself not to again,
   Not even to the screen,
   Typing with only trhewee or four fingers priobablty doeasnt helpo me in this case
   No I am bnot drunk,
   But Im typing withyout looking at anything that I am typing,
   Its kind of revbellious, and I wanna know how well I know this thing.
   I should know it like the back of my hands,
   Because im contstantly on the internet,
   Using this machine till I find something better to do with myself,
   Swearching the world wide web of world wide crap,
   For world wide answers to my non world wide drama
   But, then again, I don’t look at the back iof my hands often,
   So maybe I know this even better than the back iof my hands…
   Damn it I just cheated again…
   I WANT to free myself from the screen
   And juyst let my thoughts be thoufghts
   Friom my brain to my fingers to the keyboard,
   Never to the eyes,
   Never to the consciously reviewing mind.
   I don’t even know what im tpying right niow,
   And it sounds veryt liberatingf in essence
   And it is, but Im realizing now how dependnent my mind is,
   On knowing WHAT its saying,
   And figuring out HOW to edit what it HAS said,
   And tryying to predict what it WILL say in the futyure.
   I know im making mistakes,
   But how am i supposed to go back and delete the miustakes without looking?
   Wouldn’t that just make everythuing worse>?
   Maybe this should be a life lesson for me,
   Iif its been broken
   Much like these words in this poemm,
   Then I cann’t ficx it,
   Becauise whats done is done
   I cant change the past,
   Much like I cant see these words.
   And I’m wondering if any of this makes sense,
   Perhaps if I look ayt the keyboard or the screeen again,
   It will all fall into place.


BIO:  I've been a student at LBCC for a few years now. I'm 21 years old, and I've been writing poems and short stories since I was 13. My main inspiration for writing is everyday life and the everyday abstractions that go along with it. I'm not sure where my writing will take me, but I am sure that I will take my writing wherever I end up. "Cheeaters Never Propser" was an experimental poem, which I've been getting more into these days. I like to view poems as sculptures, or if not sculptures, then some other kind of tangible substance. Something you can squeeze, crumble, toss, burn, see through, cut-and-paste wherever they seem to fit, chew on (mentally, or physically). The possibilities are endless. Aside from writing I enjoy drawing, painting, building things in my garage, and listening to 90's rock. Also, I'll give a mention to Mr. Epley. I've learned a lot from him since 2005 and I hope to keep on learning.