Young.

July 22, 2013 I was reading a lot of Plath & Bukowski

i wrote a lot of poetry this summer

i said a month from now. 

no, i wrote a lot of poetry tonight. 

And never again will I 

   until next time.

Attach necessities to your person 

and go for a walk

talk about something depressing 

and gargle in the dirty languor you're immersed in 

for a while

You'll spit back up, 

so I'm not worried. 

I knew you would feel sick.

Someone else will finish the glass

like a man that neither I nor you could ever be

and don't apologize

- that doesn't do much

and diet until you feel full enough to puke

and read until you feel calm enough to die

and swim until you feel comfortable with drowning

and feel until you can't feel anything -

But most of all, 

write poetry all night

and be convinced it was all summer. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i can definitely see both Plath and Bukowski in this...not a fan of him...but wrote my masters thesis on Plath and Sexton...she was such a marvelous poet....and was in the midst of writing much of her best work at the end, so unfortunate.
i really like a lot of the paradoxes in this...and you keep juxtaposing poetry, such a figurative genre, with such mundane, everyday life things...and some ugly things...puking, drowning, gargling in dirty languor which we all do enough.
such interesting, and fresh writing.
j.

[Abby]

oh - chills. this is raw & unpretentiously clever. July 22nd is my birthday....

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

A great train of thought here, and as you already know and experienced, summer isnt really on its way, Im still waiting, from all these years