DESCRIPTION
In the Sociology class, to relieve the itch inside the brain, a necessity to watch the rain...of words pour down on the scratch paper. [140 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
A Journalism major in the Philippines, had been writing for four years, aspiring author and editor of local publications [April 2004]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (12) Digging In (Poetry) It came one day when all is a flash and you go, "Wow, yeah, this is so wonderful." [84 words] [Literary Fiction] Dream Pain (Poetry) - [71 words] Failure, Of Course, Is As Dreary (Poetry) - [147 words] Impulse (Poetry) Sensitive, silently forceful. [47 words] [Literary Fiction] It Is Hunger That Binds Him, Decapitates (Poetry) I don't know of any deeper way to express the grumbling in my stomach...and my near-death experience, which is sublime. [83 words] Leaving Civilization (Poetry) Forget the part about Tarzan. [126 words] One Flaw Ruins All (Poetry) - [39 words] Swirling (Poetry) - [62 words] The Anatomy Of Presumption (Poetry) I can't guess what's happening, I'm an idiot with a slop of mud on her face. [123 words] [Literary Fiction] The Fugitive (Poetry) An escapist lyric. [44 words] [Literary Fiction] Where No One Can Find Me (Poetry) - [41 words] Whimper, Weak Little (Poetry) - [123 words]
The Glum Marie Karr
GLUM
Sky is dark like chinks of cookies stuck in your teeth
Your breath is pungent like air sprays
I could not suck in
What could be a lungful of smoke stacked stupor.
I’m woozy, like dying engine
Of apathy; God shrugs at our
Too much zest for malarkey.
We stumble, eyes gouged in the black night.
I have a strange longing for,
Huge flat objects covering the head
My precious head must not get wet.
Rain washes your words away.
Pretend that you’re God
Tell me all the Social life I have
Could I go out for a while?
I love you for driving me away.
Sky is dark like irises of your wink-worn windows
The tedious topic of marriage
Discuss and drum this into my thick hard skull
Like I could do it someday.
Enough is so much I could not touch that part again
For it is zonked; it grows like toadstools
Springs out of my psyche
Sociological stupidity.
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