lamentations
fifty five friends from
my life online. as for my
real life, there are none
volcano insurance
the clouds in the sky
laugh at me, and all i do
touche, salesman
why we write
hide, search, find, dig up
cemetary of the lonely
authors and outcasts
stories in coffins
poems murdered, embarassed
damned forgotten souls
silence is paper
murmuring bronze, tongued silver
connections golden
party
drink till I spew out
feelings and emotional
baggage on the world
life
alone in the woods
forest of isolation
walking in circles
drinking
mandarin water
goes down easily tonight
but may come back up
i wrote a story
i wrote a story
i hated it hated it hated it
i buried it in the backyard
while my parents were asleep
while my aunt and uncle were fighting
while my cousin was doing cocaine
we hadn’t seen him in a fortnight
i was drawing a tree and a cloud
and a house
and a squirrel eating some corn
and i wrote a story
a beautiful story about a place
a place far away from here
where everyone loved me
cameras flashing, look over here! look over here!
and everyone wanted to be my friend
and there was never any question
of what i should do
except whatever it was
i felt like doing
everyone knew
i was a success
and i was somebody
but today, i’m still nobody
one time, i wrote a story
and i buried it in the backyard
sugar and spice
on the big rock candy mountain
all the children have cavities
and all the men cry out in agony,
“won’t some one save us?
please god, spare us this pain!
take me away from this hideous mountain!
the sugar, the sweetness, I can’t stand it anymore!
I’m ready to go!”
but no one ever comes
they suffer silently
on big rock candy
mountain
for eternity
nerds
one hundred thousand
voices cry, then are silenced-
snape kills dumbledore
to John Locke
destined for greatness
destroyed, incomplete, he lost
mourn him, he is us
