My Life As A Dispassionate Poet
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My Life As A Dispassionate Poet

An attempt at something new.

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My Life As A Dispassionate Poet
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If there's one thing I learned throughout my college career, it's that you should expand your horizons and do things you're uncomfortable with.

Freshman year, I took on a position at Wright State's newspaper. Granted, my title was 'contributing writer,' which entitled me to zero compensation to create god-awful humor articles. Regardless, it was a thing I did.

Sophomore year, I wrote a musical about a teenage boy starring in a porno, though my music writing abilities were, and remain to be, limited. Still, it was a thing I did.

Junior year, well, not much happened there. Let's just say I took that year off.

Now, as I enter my final semester, I must experiment. First of all, my roommate and I are taking over the comic strip for WSU's "The Guardian;" the same newspaper I wrote utter crap for three years ago. And it only makes sense that I would attempt to write poetry because my schedule is made up solely of poetry classes. Bleh.

Despite the 'bleh' comment, I've developed a liking to the art, primarily because of Bo Burnham. He's a comedian. He's a songwriter. He's a poet. His collection entitled "Egghead or You Can't Survive on Ideas Alone" inspired me to write poetry myself.

So, here it is.


Different

I burnt my tongue on a curling iron

I wanted to be like the others

Now my tongue is black

And my taste buds are gone

What percentage of the population can say that?


Masks

You want me to wear a permanent smile,

But they don’t make a marker for that.

Even if they did, a good shower scrub

Would wipe it right off in a snap.

White makeup and a red nose

May work for a little while.

Until a tear runs down my cheek

And the paint chips join in a pile.

“But comedy is fun! We laugh ‘til we cry

There’s no sadness or loss or pain.”

But comedy is just one of the masks.

It’s the art of keeping us sane.


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What if I was gay? Queer?

Would you still love me?

What if I cross-dressed? Or had a thing for feet?

What if I was fat? What then? Or an anorexic bulimic?

Would you still feel the same?

What if I was never successful? Unemployed and still lived in my parents’ basement?

Why would they put me in the basement anyway? Did they rent out my bedroom?

What if I never wanted kids? What if I’d rather own seven cats than have a child?

What then? Would you still want to be with me?

What if I stopped asking questions?

Then I guess I would give you enough time to answer the first one.


Spurts

Relate to me

I dare you

Just try

Open your mind

Let me in

But don’t let me stay

Things will get ugly

Very ugly

Like Willem Dafoe ugly

Yeah, that bad

Take me in spurts


Euthanasia

If I was a horse

I wouldn’t let you ride me.

I’d be one of those narcissistic,

Asshole horses that would

Snort and blow air

At little kids when they

Try to manhandle my mane.

If you try to feed me

Oats, apples, slop

I’ll go for the fingers.

When the fuzz comes

And asks why I bit off

One of your digits,

I’ll simply tell them

That I’m a horse

When they put the gun

To my head, or inject a

Strange serum into my

Spine, I don’t want the blindfold.

I desire to look my killer

In the eyes. I want them

To feel emotionally torn

For letting me,

A horse,

Be a horse.


Senses

I tore out my taste buds with a pair of tweezers,

Ruptured my eardrums with a used Q-tip,

And punctured my eyes with a rusty ice pick.

Then I took an iron press to my finger pads

And opened a pair of scissors inside my nostrils,

Ripping the cartilage from my nose

I want to be stripped of my senses.

My desire to perceive you

Does not exist.

The thought of you repulses me,

But I can’t stop.

It’s the one sense I can’t control.

I love you.

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