4/7/00
"Ode Against Spring"
This started out in conversation, and then broke into pure lameness. it is the first poem i posted on this site that i wrote.
but these days they make me feel all alone,
everyone and their spring loves and their sexual undertone,
and these nights they sing their pollution to me,
going to dfw because I hate tv,
driving in a car that is six flags old fashioned,
thinking to myself that my emotion has been rationed,
and I'm not so sure why I don't stop sniffing the moth,
like newland archer when he got so pissed off,
so tell me my future,
tell me my past,
tell me I'm not Invisible Man, stuck in the last
chapter of a novel
that you always want to end
because the sun is always demanding shine.
and everyone keeps telling you to pine
for the higher -
you Liar
you said the grass was always greener
you never told me that meant i grew meaner
Now - prom and the a-bomb,
And the summer and a silly thong,
Tell me april showers and may flowers
and i'll tell you about all that cowers
-in a corner.
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