brent@itm.UUCP (01/04/84)
Last time I had a relationship terminated, I vented my spleen (messy business, that) by writing. What came out was increbibly morose stuff, but it was good therapy. Other people probably use similar theraputic techniques; might be interesting, what do you do for "dump therapy"? Anyway, here's the poem cycle that resulted, I think there are may be some good lines in here. "I'm feeling much better", Brent Laminack ({gatech,akgua}!itm!brent) Love Streaming radiant warmth Sunlight I feel with closed eyes waking up knowing I love you. Dumped Red-hot poker centered in my mind Flooded eyes, jellied knees chest quivers, chin up betrayed with a kiss Forgeting Scour my brain overwhelming aural overload screaming acid dissolving etched memories of you Escape Thundering down the road, minutes ticking miles. Running away in laughter from the burn-out at my heels. Apathy Cold, grey drizzle makes me curl up in the afghan of myself and go to sleep. Remembering Laughter counterpoints swelling silence Living room memories chanting a rhythm marked without rests. The voice not heard is yours. Habit I pace the mall the way I've done a dozen times marking a measure of rhythmical regularity over the timeless cacophony of my life. Waiting The promise claimed, The terms invisibly fulfilling, I sit alone with Time: The silent ally of the patient Futility We meet by chance and talk of things we once had in common. Making small talk with the corpse of a love that died. Unrequited Love Running heart first into a brick wall Oblivious to warnings the same way I did.