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An Anthology of Right Now

  • 09-08-2007 01:12AM
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    So, I find that I generally try to spruce up and sentimentalise in my poetry. Not sure if that's good or bad but decided to take a swing at not doing it. All feedback welcome.
    Thanks.

    AN ANTHOLOGY OF RIGHT NOW
    Right now I have an ulcer inside my bottom lip
    From an evening of nervous agitation
    My black beret clashes with
    My navy Soccer Mom sweater
    But matches my socks
    My nails are short
    My toenails are long
    My skin is sleepily pasty
    Two black eyes
    My mind is sluggish
    With repressed emotion
    I cannot feel
    The pain of loss
    I cannot understand
    The frenzy of youth
    Which picks me up and drops me again
    With the fog of indifference
    With the crippling disappointment
    Of not being James Joyce
    With the painful mediocrity
    Of being adequate
    But falling short of genius
    With the unsettling idea
    That I am somehow different
    That the world I see
    Is not like the one in your mind
    The room in which I sit
    Is disurbing in its chaos
    And outside the room
    Is disturbing in its oppressive placidity
    For it is so grey.


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