Gas PainA Poem by Kelly A. BrownI am sitting here, cold drink in hand wondering why I even bothered getting up this morning. Hell, I didn't even dress myself. I am websurfing in my panties.
It all seems counter-intuitive to my purpose, when my days are wasted in bad reality television and wild daydreams. All of it mindless dribble that comes and goes as quickly as a gas pain.
Life is like a gas pain. One right on the side of the lower abdomen. Short, unavoidable, painful, sharp, but euphorically pleasant in it's final release (a fart). © 2008 Kelly A. Brown |
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1 Review Added on May 5, 2008 Last Updated on May 5, 2008 AuthorKelly A. BrownNJAboutI am a writer...I try to write from my soul. I am a fan of Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac, and the like. I love crazy poetry, but dislike poor spelling. I guess you can tell more about me by rea.. more..Writing
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