Posted by bobman on May 18, 2010, at 22:03:57
In reply to Re: Lamictal - Did I ruin my brain?, posted by bobman on May 18, 2010, at 21:33:52
Hey just wanted you guys to read a poem I wrote last spring. It was for a class. Unfortunately my professor lost all of my poems, so this is an unrevised version, full of formatting errors, poor word choice, and is just worse than what went into the final one.It's not even in form, I think I went ended up making this into iambic tetrameter, which changes meanings and the feeling. I always cringe when people on mental health forums post poems, so I guess I'm a hypocrite.
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On the grass in my back yard,
under the grape arbor
I sit and stare at the book in my hands
and make out some words and graphs.My eyes resist,
sick passengers, tired
masters of the staring arts.
They wander; theres the garden, our rosebushes -
and that Spring sun tempts me,
my legs excavate the pebble waste, bend stalks
into submission, and I'm a Boxer,
a tappin ballerina
there's the dirt parquet,
I duck my opponent.I fight him off,
collapse on the ground, sweat a
big tub of fat (long winter),
And stare at that gypsy book -
East coast trick.
the shoddy ink in the margins,
cant even read the notes.Lifes not about accounting,
more about running,
and rope swings off
the thickest branch of your neighbors forbidden fruit
over her bramble lovelies - sepia toned stuff.Like sneaking into the movie-theater
once in Kiev, where I first saw
Sigourney Weaver fight Aliens
in the dark from the first row,
bad chick - my first taste of the West.
Getting kicked out,
and then getting thrown out the second time,
with bad Russian words hurled
at us bad kids from a big pale Russian mouth.We laughed all the way back home,
up the long, straight hill,
where mirages radiate off the hot black pavement,
while my feet sweat, and my brows sweat, and sweat pools in my socks.
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