On Old Poems
(NOTE: ANOTHER GLORIOUS thing about being unemployed is that you get to go through your old journals and notebooks to see what you have written in ages past. This was written sometime my Sophomore year at Milligan, I believe during the first part of the second semester. This is exactly how it is written: all in capital letters and with the unseemly word self-censored. Enjoy!)



I AM HAVING A HARD
TIME FOCUSING--
PERHAPS I NEED MEDICATION--
Better Yet! A MEDICATED
VACATION!
AND A FACE LIFT!
A SMALL DOG IN A BAG,
WITH GLITTERED DIAMONDS
STUDDED ON MY JEANS!
WHERE ARE MY 40'S ON MY
LINCOLN?
WHERE IS MY F*$&ING ENTOURAGE?

(OH AND HERE is a delightful ditty that follows a few pages later . . .)

The grass grows,
slowly,
intently.
The room beathes
rhythmically.
The blood slides
ever so slowly from underneath the door.
You're going to be okay,
If you're now, Why,
that's okay, too.
Life will just go on without you.

(HERE IS ONE from another Journal, but roughly the same time period. This is a bit of mockery of several friends of mine who I dearly adore. It is just that they are poster children for the blog, Stuff White People Like. And that deserves to be mocked. I resisted the urge to post pictures of the guilty party, so you'll just have to imagine what they look like. God bless their hearts. Enjoy!)

Here I sit, perched upon my upholstered chair,
Drinking my delightfully decadent soyorganicchailatte
2splendaspleasewithnofoam for $8.63 -- I know, right? --
But, really, can one put a price on quality? --
With my friends, the choice "select" group of
people that I spend my time with.

We're all different, really,--
But we all like to surround ourselves with different people--
He listens to Oldies, Joan Baez and all.
She listens to acoustic rock -- James Taylor and the like,
He likes folky stuff, real simple, you know?
Different people, we all are, different walks of life.
Me? My favorite band you've probably never heard of,
never-been-on-the-radio, a-small-cult-following.

What do you like? You like that?!

I might like them if they didn't have so much media play.

Maybe so, but they just sound so corporate!

Its okay, most people don't like the things that I like.
I don't think most people could handle what I like.

(Read: "Most people" suck - they cannot handle the
depths to which I plunge! Death, love, unwashed
clothes are that which I immerse myself!)