Chemicals and Errata
oh Father, I have never known
disappointment like yours.
the crows that left their feet
dented in your drawing board
dive into view as I defy my destiny.
we are reckless because we evolve;
we are mortal and motionless and instincts
for survival collide at ninety degrees:
an instant made solely of broken feathers,
broken glass, and broken blood.
I’ve had this partial poem in medias res stuck in a word document for over 8 years. Like a lot of things in my life, I have no idea how to begin or finish it. So here it is. Something with the potential to come in third place at a poetry reading if only it had a frame.
This is the first time I’m depressed during the summer for no distinct, discernible reason. The variable here is the Seroquel, which is great for the panic disorder, terrible for things like paying attention or enjoying life. Oh, and the being stuck in a poverty trap, because I need to keep my income low to qualify for Medicaid. ‘Merica.
This is a pretty emotive acoustic piano cover of Brand New’s Jesus Christ:
I’m still an atheist, but I’ve always been fascinated with the cultural power of religious imagery and also as literary archetypes. The doctrines might be bullshit, but stories have staying power for a reason. And that’s the part that interests me. How do you pierce the collective consciousness with your words?
Mary Karr does it pretty damn well in this piece that was obviously about David Foster Wallace:
I loved so my ghost might inhabit you and you ingest my beliefin your otherwise-only-probable soul. I wonder does yourdeath feel like failure to everybody who everloved you as if our collective cpr stoppedtoo soon, the defib paddles lost charge, the corpsepunished us by never sitting up. And forgive my convictionthat every suicide’s an asshole. There is a good reason I am notGod, for I would cruelly smite the self-smitten.
I just wanted to say ha-ha, despiteyour best efforts you are every secondalive in a hard-gnawing way for all who breathed you deeply in,each set of lungs, those rosy implanted wings, pink balloons.We sigh you out into air and watch you rise like rain.