I had my last writing class last night. It was a great three months - it's funny how just when everyone is most comfortable with one another, the course comes to a close (or rather as one of my classmates put it - 'when people finally feel comfortable enough to be assholes' (regarding critiques). My final project involved a series of 10 poems (one below), now I just have to create the right themed glove for them to fit in...
Sisyphus
Rocking Stones on fucking repeat
no no no
hey hey hey
perpetual yearning
a DEMANDING
tearing out your hair
crazed look occupies eyes
scratching through surfaces
to reveal caramel, mushy, nebulous clusters
of nothingness
too many substances rolled up into one
drop forever out of reach
golden carrot shining, gleaming at the end
of a knarled, tattered, old beat-up stick
chasing running hamsters on wheels
light brown abstractions float,
but speed by hastily, movement in shadows
the roundabout quest
searching like bounty hunters
big beasts parolling highways
flourescent stripes
emulate concrete skunks
the more they find,
the more slips from their grip
and
d
r
o
p
s
as they fall and tumble downwards
hands grabbing at clumps of air
arms held put
expecting everything
but left with empty fists
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