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Poem Details
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| Title: | Skeleton Man |
| Author: | Jim |
| Date Submitted: | 9/11/2009 |
| Email: | jimellner@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
When I had my history, Now its got me Way before the long days, before I floated my life In the slough of despond My occupation to transcribe To become a logophile of my conciousness In the mist of electrical brain storms Drudging the bottom grey Can''t escape the repetitive synapse Sunny days of conviviality Fragmented brake in the cloud cover Just enough alcohol to sterilize the storm Futile attempt to be normal My human luggage had been defunct in the womb Past through the luxuries of geographic American West Wanted to stay, but no way stations for pharmaceuticals Needed convenient fix to replete my balance I am the mask man Don''t recognize myslef in the mirror Each moring I give my mind an enema There are no exorcists, just endemic slough Soon the power station will be turned off With the depression switch, another day of stumbling And my soulmate sleeps Eggs from the same nest Our hatchlings are normal Maybe there is a god... |