Saturday, April 23, 2016

A to Z Challenge: T







Thoughts of Jen

I have been in thinking of you,
Jen, and as I lay around,
The bed rubbed against my back
Like a coffin. The music
Played to tape’s end and was silent.

I was dead to the world; in my heart
They were conducting an autopsy;
On my brain they were shoveling the dirt.
Yet what was in me for you
Burnt as hot in my blood
As flames at a cremation.

Then I moved enough to get drunk.
Where were you? Midnight
Is filled with loser poets
Scribbling their problems in black ink.
My burial in a tomb of drink continues,
And my elbows are convicted of murder.




6 comments:

  1. okay... and which jen might this be?

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    1. I wrote that in college, about my best friend at the time.

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    2. the more i read it, the more i like it. you'd done well here, dude. :]

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  2. Rakes the blasé surface to reveal the threads of lingering desire. Good work here.
    Guilie @ Life In Dogs

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    1. You're too kind.

      Thanks for stopping by.

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  3. This is so good and I think many men have been guilty of have a few too many

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