I am kinda sad that my computer does not have a floppy disk drive because I wanted to pull up some of my poetry I wrote one summer at camp while reading a lot of Sylvia Plath and wearing my Smashing Pumpkin's t-shit. This will just have to do....
Love Song for a Loser in A Smashing Pumpkin's T-shirt-Draft 1
The lamenting moon shames me
knowing what I did..
asking..why did you? how could you?
The shame cuts through the broken glass
of mirrors, lockers, and this letter.
My soul cries out to the blistering moon..
but no reply.
My voice sinks deeper into the cavern that is his heart.
Wishing, waiting for more..but only getting less.
Wash me, clean me, make me whole again..
whole so I can be torn apart and wasted
like trash or chalkboard dust. Will he love me?
Can he love me? Silence.
Draft 2
The Cork Maker
The lamenting cork maker rolls the cask of impostors.
The lime filled crust guts the smell of mold.
Real of Plastic?
The facade of broken glass, floral notes, and this
takes away the stains.
The blistering of pulpy wood demands attention and
My voice sinks deeper into San Leolino .
Wasted like chalkboard dust,
labor and towel girls envelops the rotting flesh,
sealed with me.
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