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Poem Details
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| Title: | Mental Waste |
| Author: | James Ellner |
| Date Submitted: | 8/18/2009 |
| Email: | jimellner@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
My luggage is flying out of my mind Intimacy seeping from my ears like a strange infection I''m in the asylums of my world Shatted hearts and broken lines in her face Like some antique oils with harden crack lines of age Was once a masterpiece We read the philosophies of youth and seniority Half of them stabled in some asylum With their hand full of pills I slept fittingly with vivid 3D films in my head Cast away children that I ruminate on now most inclusively taken with old age nightmares Apocalypse in my seniority of life July dust storms of the Sonoran Desert Dust devils of beauty Blinded by the light of Sonora sun One hundred and thirteen degrees today Living in the colors of Van Gogh Not near as bleak as an hour ago I spill myself into words Like the litany of dawn Lengthy recitations of unfiltered complaints Strewn with adulation Hanging on with a rope now The thread was paranoid Another daylight breaking me from my mania Words are my epiphany ... |