My life, a poem

Apparently the parents say it took 63 hours for me to enter this world,

Kicking, screaming and generally pissed off.

32 years…Not much has changed.

Comments

  1. Liam_BAugust 14, 2009 at 8:58 PM

    you weren't pissed; you were just ready; i'm moving to DC - shoot me an email! I'd love to be back in touch: ryanmbyrnes@gmail.com

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Last Best Time

The Bell Jar has nothing on the bell state, (Though some outcomes seem random, they usually aren't) knowing that each quibit of us, DNA, RNA, Nano-possibilities exists on this plane separate but so very connected. ...That if we had just arraigned our equations for the right outcome, it could have been. But is there even a right and left in reflection? (I still touch my hand to yours from the other side of the mirror, every day) We live outside of the entanglement, decoupled. detached. The theory of us greater than any spirit, But it's just theory And can be applied to anyone, so it should seem...
Read more

Organic Chemistry, Graduate Edition

Eternal sunshine  Scrubbed clean mind  I’d forgotten To remember  To forget you,  human.  I always thought you just  Beyond (or behind) my reach  A path they could never teach  To a case like mine, Too guarded,  Nope. No time.  Me? Just one step from good enough  I ran up awkward,  winding staircases medieval structures  fashioned like torture devices, where you can easily  miss a step  and scrape your knee.  A tower prison  where the cursed are locked away  With thoughts like these…  What I should’ve said, When I saw you again,  was please  Let me stay  and I won’t go up those stairs.  The Now I’m living simply isn’t right Neither is yours.   If I had Said the words caught in my throat,  …Choking on obligation, Time would have solidified  Exactly where it should have In our before times The spiced chill I crave would have gently  tingled alive, timur on the tongue, Like sleep waking just before chrysalis With you,  holding me around the waist A cocoon.   If only I could stay. There. B
Read more

Two Blokes

You. Are only two blocks away and this the ballad of she Drunk. In love with a gay. Who won’t curse her, Turn her vibe into badmouth jive Won’t make her feel anything but alive. You. With your blue eyes and heavy sighs. All meant for he who will never head your cries Baby boy polite and thee most subtle might Your kisses, I’d never have but in which I would find the greatest delight Just two blocks away from every uneasy word I say. What a shitty day.
Read more