[Epidemic]

I wrote this after getting ****ing depressed after one very horrible midterm at college. I mean I had thought of it, started piecing it together but most of it was completed after I started sulking about this midterm I so bombed. ****.

I hope you peeps like it. Haven't been here in a while...


I do not doubt
Doubt my dreary day
Past one October
And on through my doleful December

I pull my red baseball cap down
To hide those weary eyes
To hide those teary eyes,
I'm not crying mother because I can still see
My eyes, they're sweating, mother
I'm afraid, mother I can still see

So all those street musicians, fools & fugitives walking by
Wearing them old, shriveled, black plastic bags
Over those silly little heads--cadavers in black disguise
My heart is marching slow and marching
With her dead Siamese twin--he who died in youth and beauty
Untouched and alabaster naked

And so, I ask my dear Siamese friend,
(He who stood besides a long tired engine's road
Sitting with cotton candy melting against his cheek--smiling)
Now dressed ghost-faced white and in winter clothes
Why leave our secrets asleep and in between, hidden
In beautiful, broken hands--in tiny fingernails beside the hearth

I pull my red baseball cap down to hide--
Because, if I cannot see you, you cannot see me
Walked on over, I joined the lonely folk
Who stood in perfect straight lines like sweet Jewish families in 1945
With brothers and sisters and a father and mother too
Over a wide expanse--a wonderful snowy landscape

That's what I see papa,
That's what I see papa,
In that tiny snow globe
And papa slept with a gaping smile,
He slept like an infant with fat fingers
He slept
"On Martyrs, Friends, Dreams, and Death"

I originally planned it to be part of longer piece, but this is what I have now. It's at its 5th draft. **** ****ing academics, I think my life is ruined but yep that's the story behind the poem even though it sounds like it has nothing to with it...if you're interested.

[Tacitblade]

:-( I'm sorry. Don't worry, it was just one little grade, and no matter how you do in your classes, remember that no one in the real world will care what your GPA was in college.

....And now I'm terrified for myself, since we go to the same school.