"This is heavy. It hurts my face. Boy I really hates it."

[winterophelia]

Home: A Poem in Three Parts
by Phoebe

I.
Hello, hello, hello
Friends scattered everywhere
Further than before
They come together still
EKGs and unemployment
New girlfriend, new boyfriend, new trailer, new apartment, new house
Same old, same old
Missing school, but loving the old faces like never before
Work
Play
Dull
Comfortable
Home

II.
Firefly, done.
Battlestar? Dune? Metalocalypse?
Hypericon is a bitch
Dildos, agains
Think think think
Metalocalypse
Will it be appreciated?
June 15th
Closer, ever closer
Tick, tick, tick, tick
Is there time?
Wigs, boots, guitars, fake facial hair, dethphones, murderbike...
It can't get up to the ninth floor
Dildos

III.
Packing again
Beach wear
City wear
Hurry hurry
Eleven pairs of socks
Eleven shirts
Eleven pairs of underpants
Five pairs of pants
Hurry hurry
Computer, Marvel 1602, iPod, Camera
Binoculars, Seashells of North America, Notepads, Field Guide to Eastern Birds
Quilt Magazine, Life of Pi, Gifts, Games
Hurry hurry
Everyone falls asleep

Comments

[thalion1.livejournal.com]

Your poetry is great, but your icon made ma confused, as i thought i saw it move, then i thought, no way, then i thought i saw it move again. tiny little movements make me question my vision.