May o4, 2o13
Yes, it's been a while since the last post. A little busy writing... well, no, not so much that. More not feeling up to writing on the webpage... I should make it my TOP priority and leave the Facebook posting as secondary. maybe that's what I'll do.The following poem is what might be called a signature poem. Not sure what that means exactly, but it sounds cool... SIGNATURE POEM. I guess it means that this poem in particular says more about ME than the others... Hmmm, not sure that's true exactly. But it feels to me to be a very close "description" of who I am... most of the time. Nothing really profound in it. No Earth shaking revelations... it just feels "right."
My Life in Film
It’s
way too early in the morning
for me
to be up, but here I am
writing
a poem, if I may call it such,
wondering exactly where I misplaced my life.
wondering exactly where I misplaced my life.
Funny,
I thought I laid it on the night stand
next to
my bed which I’m in the habit of doing,
but it’s
not there…
Remember the movie
Remember the movie
The
Incredible Shrinking Man!
how
little by little he disappeared
becoming
smaller and smaller,
his
voice turning to a whisper,
then to
an even smaller whimper
until
no one could hear him at all?
That’s
me lately…
Not sure why, but my friends
Not sure why, but my friends
don’t
seem to see me anymore, or
maybe
they see too much of me or
maybe
it’s all in my head…
I do
imagine things sometimes
that
aren’t very pleasant, like
being
eaten alive by flesh hungry zombies
while
everyone I know ignores my cries for help…
They just turn their backs whistling that tune
They just turn their backs whistling that tune
from Snow
White… You know, that happy
one the
dwarfs whistle… before
they
met the title character…
Perhaps I watch too much television or
Perhaps I watch too much television or
perhaps
not enough…
TheTexas
The
Ah, now
that was a movie!
A babe,
a chainsaw, a psycho killer
wearing
a mask made of human flesh!
Tears
come to my eyes when I think about it!
I find it difficult to watch a movie
I find it difficult to watch a movie
without
a large coke and a medium
popcorn
by my side…. I don’t know…
it
comforts me while I sit in the dark…. alone.
Could
that be a fault in my character?
—rrw
o7-29-o8 (latest rewrites o5-o4-13)
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