Unfiltered

So, my online class ended Friday and I have about 15 hours before the next wave of books, classes, and madness begins… I’m not really sure what I’m going to use this blog for in the future, but for at least the next few weeks I’m going to be plucking random entries, poems and short stories out of my journals and putting them up on here.

I’m currently in the process of reading through the poems and short stories for BU’s Lit mag, and I’m fairly impressed with everything I’ve read so far; but I’m also kind of bummed that I did not type up any of my work in time to submit it.  I’ve never really liked working with anything other than a pen and paper (at least when it comes to writing), hopefully this exercise will lead to some technological appreciation and a substantial body of typed work that I can submit to, I don’t know someplace that takes that sort of thing.

That Guy you Know

It’s just a short fall and one/ Quick step to the corner of solitude/ He can hear colors sing/ And with applied pressure/ To the whites of his eyes/ The World becomes clear/ Momentarily, but what’s it worth…

He struts through the carrion canals/ Swinging a rope on a noose/ That could snare the noise/ Forever stop the spread/ Of reason and art and maybe/ Electrify to life, his still heart

Each and every day is/ Coffee, cigarettes and sex/ Or the continuous thought/ Of their absence/ He says “Jesus/ Doesn’t make life/ Any more plausible or fun./ And I live life unbound/ From hope in favor of truth”

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