Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis

Today sucked.

with 2 comments

4 am writting this paper
go to sleep cause i need to be horizontal
wake up
computer crash
lost it all
due today
running late
tried to rewrite
missed the bus
rode my bike
got lost in the wind
locked it up
boy in the back of class
poured coke all down my back
wet coat on a cold day
unlock bike
head home
to windy to make it up this hill
my turn at the four way stop
switching sides at the cross walk
got hit by a truck
didnt even notice
to drunk to drive
kept going right on by
with a cigarette in one hand
and a beer in the other
what a dick
flew across the road
muddy in the shoulder
rented a movie
secret lives of bees
sad as can be


Written by arstal2

February 10, 2009 at 3:03 am

Posted in Uncategorized

2 Responses

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  1. i like it.

    i miss you.
    come see me.


    February 10, 2009 at 4:47 am

  2. haha thanks, it was my day today i didnt know what else to do..

    and im planing a time to come soon will keep you updated


    February 10, 2009 at 4:52 am

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