Epidemic
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I wrote this after getting ****ing depressed after one very horrible midterm at college. I mean I had thought of it, started piecing it together but most of it was completed after I started sulking about this midterm I so bombed. Shit.
I hope you peeps like it. Haven't been here in a while...
I do not doubt
Doubt my dreary day
Past one October
And on through my doleful December
I pull my red baseball cap down
To hide those weary eyes
To hide those teary eyes,
I'm not crying mother because I can still see
My eyes, they're sweating, mother
I'm afraid, mother I can still see
So all those street musicians, fools & fugitives walking by
Wearing them old, shriveled, black plastic bags
Over those silly little heads--cadavers in black disguise
My heart is marching slow and marching
With her dead Siamese twin--he who died in youth and beauty
Untouched and alabaster naked
And so, I ask my dear Siamese friend,
(He who stood besides a long tired engine's road
Sitting with cotton candy melting against his cheek--smiling)
Now dressed ghost-faced white and in winter clothes
Why leave our secrets asleep and in between, hidden
In beautiful, broken hands--in tiny fingernails beside the hearth
I pull my red baseball cap down to hide--
Because, if I cannot see you, you cannot see me
Walked on over, I joined the lonely folk
Who stood in perfect straight lines like sweet Jewish families in 1945
With brothers and sisters and a father and mother too
Over a wide expanse--a wonderful snowy landscape
That's what I see papa,
That's what I see papa,
In that tiny snow globe
And papa slept with a gaping smile,
He slept like an infant with fat fingers
He slept
"On Martyrs, Friends, Dreams, and Death"
I originally planned it to be part of longer piece, but this is what I have now. It's at its 5th draft. Shit ****ing academics, I think my life is ruined but yep that's the story behind the poem even though it sounds like it has nothing to with it...if you're interested.
I hope you peeps like it. Haven't been here in a while...
I do not doubt
Doubt my dreary day
Past one October
And on through my doleful December
I pull my red baseball cap down
To hide those weary eyes
To hide those teary eyes,
I'm not crying mother because I can still see
My eyes, they're sweating, mother
I'm afraid, mother I can still see
So all those street musicians, fools & fugitives walking by
Wearing them old, shriveled, black plastic bags
Over those silly little heads--cadavers in black disguise
My heart is marching slow and marching
With her dead Siamese twin--he who died in youth and beauty
Untouched and alabaster naked
And so, I ask my dear Siamese friend,
(He who stood besides a long tired engine's road
Sitting with cotton candy melting against his cheek--smiling)
Now dressed ghost-faced white and in winter clothes
Why leave our secrets asleep and in between, hidden
In beautiful, broken hands--in tiny fingernails beside the hearth
I pull my red baseball cap down to hide--
Because, if I cannot see you, you cannot see me
Walked on over, I joined the lonely folk
Who stood in perfect straight lines like sweet Jewish families in 1945
With brothers and sisters and a father and mother too
Over a wide expanse--a wonderful snowy landscape
That's what I see papa,
That's what I see papa,
In that tiny snow globe
And papa slept with a gaping smile,
He slept like an infant with fat fingers
He slept
"On Martyrs, Friends, Dreams, and Death"
I originally planned it to be part of longer piece, but this is what I have now. It's at its 5th draft. Shit ****ing academics, I think my life is ruined but yep that's the story behind the poem even though it sounds like it has nothing to with it...if you're interested.
