Thursday, June 4, 2009

Untitled.

I am the greatest anomaly of my generation,
nimbly rummaging through the annals of my wit
with a current of charm running through my teeth,
inspiring all to transcend their surroundings
with the utmost sophistication and pathos.

Three seconds pass, and this identity scurries
quicker than a cheating lover in a Bessie Smith tune,
and I am once again just another
sheet within the reams of paper thin souls,
giving any prick the role of impaler.

They shall write this on my tombstone.
Magic marker epitaph sliding down damp cardboard
as the rain makes wooden chips from my bones,
the last time I lie here
with eyelids unlocked.

7 comments:

  1. best thing about your poems is they always have an amazing opening line that hooks you

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  2. ahhh the first line is a definite favorite =]

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  3. thank ya! yeah, I read Howl by Allen Ginsberg and kind of made my own variation upon that poem's first line :)

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  4. I've never read him. I always confuse him with Ruth Bader Ginsburg, heh.

    Oh, and screw the "Untitled" freebie! I've resisted using it for SO damn long, and now I feel like I should. I hate you.

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  5. Nooooooo! *grabs head and falls to his knees melodramatically*


    NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

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