GraduationA Poem by jenbem
A person could choke on the
Existential bullshit
That spills from your mouth
And eyes, and hands, and a*s.
I’m not interested
in those lines anymore,
about saving the world
and our own secret perfection
within ourselves.
You can’t see my reality.
bills, and drugs, and bodies
bathing in blood
and asphalt.
All outside my window.
The window where all you saw
was a flowering spring
sapling. And poetry.
useless rhymes and
intellectual images.
I’ve tried to swallow you.
And your optimistic bullshit
world you have created.
But it’s too much.
And far too bitter to ingest.
© 2008 jenbemAuthor's Note
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Added on April 17, 2008AuthorjenbemBaltimore, MDAboutI'm a senior English major at Towson University. I am also the managing editor of Towson's Columbia Scholatic Press silver circle winning literary magazine, Grub Street. I am the captain of the colorg.. more..Writing
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