Last night, I planned to pull an all-nighter to work on a take-home final, a paper, and an internship application. I sure as hell stayed up all night, but only worked on actual work for about an hour. Typical, typical, typical. The rest of the time I downloaded The Doves, made a 4 AM hike to McDonalds, and wrote something resembling poetry (see below). Now, the sun has risen, I'm still awake, on my third or fourth bottle of Pepsi, and instead of starting my work, I started this blog. Oh well. Somehow, I still get my shit done with time to spare.
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everything has meaning
near in nearly
hard in hardly
bare in barely
the planes i almost missed
but didn't
the tests i should have failed
but didn't
the motorcycle
that got me to my train
in the nick of time
maybe it's a sign
in this relentless night
that the light that flickers
fails to fade
that yesterday's pigeon poop
missed me by a minute
and an inch
that the weather forecast predicted storms
but it only stormed in Jersey
close calls chime in sync
and tease my eardrums to believe
that the world might howl
even sans a big bad wolf
and ghosts are not the same
as people who are pale and ill
and coffins are just shoe boxes
graves are only stones
they are the only objects on this earth
that mean nothing
nothing
'cause these days
everything means something
and my eyes solely see analogies
and i only think in similes
my world is twisted out of imagery
and i am made of metaphors
you'd surmise that i'm a writer
but i am just a dreamer
built of words
and punctuation marks
or lack thereof
i see only what i want to see
images are chosen carefully
meticulous
ridiculous
there is symbolism in this diet coke
fizzing
nearly spilling
but just
filling me
filling me
filling me
with all the pseudo energy
i need to make it through this night
liquid utopia
bubbly
bubbly
i drink a flawless fantasy
and begin to breathe again
there is life bursting from this plastic
ejected from an automat
that gave me an extra bag of chips
for free
father seems to be dying
but this vending machine says otherwise
just a dollar-something for a coke and chips?
my luck is changing
changing
and maybe he's not dying
after all
