Post-trauma

By Parson Thru

Tue, 12 Aug 2014
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Lying here, just back from being away
Can't sleep
Still too much going on
So had a pill, last one

A pick-pocket had his hand upon this pen today
Until I screamed
And called him everything beneath the sun
And more
I wanted war
Surprised that I'm still standing

So I took a pill
Picked up Larkin
Read a page or two of Jack

Thanks, Jack Kerouac
For giving something back to folks like me
I know the pain
Those outpourings
It's good to hear them come from someone else
Those things you wrote
I do it (anyway) too

And so, dear reader, as I write these lines for you
I feel the burden lighten
But I'm nowhere drunk enough to sleep
The way I did last night beside the Seine

Certificate PG
Poem
Mortality Games
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Comments

Submitted by Geoff Smith on

Emo Philips: Wanna hear my tribute to Elvis? Thanks Elvis.

Thanks Parson. This poem is seriously cool. From the half rhyme of on and one you had me, and the links through the travel to the pen to Kerouac. It's properly cohesive, properly brilliant.

Good show!

Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi JM.  Nice one! :-)  Your comment is a shot in the arm.  Thank you so much.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

I love the transitions - from place and time and from reading to writing to reading. Makes me think we're all part of the same thing.

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Oh, we are, Philip.  Oh, we are! 

Thanks.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Parson Thru on

RIP Robin Williams and all the others. You are forgiven, pick-pocket. Learn new ways.

Parson Thru