February was a month. I have never really been a fan (Valentine's Day included) maybe because it's a weird transition from winter to spring. Or maybe it's because I never really know what to expect from it.
The crazy thing is that nothing really happened. I went to school. I did homework. I went to work. I ran my monthly groups. But somehow my brain decided I needed to run the gamut of emotions, finally settling into apathy for a good chunk of the month. Good ole' apathy.
I guess it makes sense. It's easier to care about nothing than care about everything, which I do. I care too much about everything. It's exhausting.
But anyway, I promised myself and my writing group that I would make a conscious effort to write more.
I wrote this poem for my Writers on Writing class. I used words from Tongo Eisen-Martin as the skeleton (seen in italics) and sort built the poem around it. It's half found poem, half homage. It doesn't have a title.
Absentee funeral
all hollow bone and
dry heat, breathless
look behind you, witness these
holiday massacres, these
bloody spectacles
midnight
quick, runaway
past the (inter)section, into
quiet oblivion
why not lie, the whole truth
is
crumbling
urban myth
patrons saints of
groggy wine-stained,
masses, sifting through
fog soaked streets
sparkling pollution, diamonds
glittering between bricks
cracked open
we smile, empty
we agree
our convictions
groundless
-Inspired by "Someone's Already Dead" by Tongo Eisen-Martin
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