barcode nervousness
trembling, stomach rumbling
please don't scan me
I've got a head of cautiousness
wretched state of nausea
'trying to take my mind off things
by drawing around the edges of athletes
in the sports section of the local newspaper
I've lost my appetite too many times,
I ate half the plate,
the carbohydrates from the potatoes
filled me up
pacing up to the landing
a penguin on heat
decide to ease the rapturelessness
by lying back on my squeaky bed
blue at the top of my room
one tiny light off-centre
shining down onto my clothing rail
old posters up there which I've been meaning
to take down for many years.
I think I'll close the curtains instead.
there's no need to;
light outside,
quarter-past four post meridiem
but I really need to think
and rest my sorrowful head.
I close the fifties-style curtains
hiding the mould, and the music;
new and old.
A contest entry
- I'm depressed, your depressed, write me something by Burnt-Angel.
300 points, ended June 17, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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you sir, have officially become my favorite writer on here. Congrats. I really really loved this one too...your poetry makes my brain feel like mush...but at the same time, makes me want to write something tht could never live up to your's...
very good write, beyond very good, actually...
-jenn
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Thanks. I appreciate it.
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