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.