The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Sun 5/4/2008)

[RetroLounge]

Glut

The whole point was getting rid of glut
for which I starved myself and lived with the heat down
and only shaved oh every five days and used
a blunt razor for months so that my cheek
was not only red but the hair was bent not cut
for which I then would be ready for the bicycle
and the broken wrist, for which-oh God-I would be
ready to climb the steps and fight the boxes
with only nothing, a pair of shoes, and once
inside to open the window and let the snow in
and when the fire was over climb down the icy
fire escape and drop the last twenty
feet with notebooks against my chest, bruises
down one side of my body, fresh blood down the other.

Gerald Stern

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:hi:

RL

[lizziegrace]

1. ...

:hug:


wow...

[RetroLounge]

2. yeah

:hi:

RL

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. My dear Retro...

Wow, this one is so damn painful...

Great imagery, though...

It feels like punishment...

Thank you!

(for the poem, not the punishment)

:hi:

[BlueIris]

4. Good LORD.

Was that intended to make me feel as depressed as I do now? 'Cause it did.

[RetroLounge]

5. Yeah, stark and depressing...

eom

RL