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Date Posted: 04:37:31 06/20/01 Wed
Author: J.M. Nickerson
Author Host/IP: 216.227.129.141
Subject: Whole Damned Life

*Hi Folks! I'm finally remembering what is important in life: POETRY! I have been on a roller coaster ride for the last six months, changing jobs, then moving to a new home, and now (potentially! and eventually!) adopting a child. This morning I got up and Peggy's board came up on my computer screen and I thought, "Where the hell have I been?!" Poetry is so important to my life, and I have abandoned it for too long now. This poem I'm sharing with you today is pretty dang old, but I thought I'd post it anyway. Perhaps now that I feel somewhat more settled (for the moment...) I will actually write some new stuff. Gotta get back to what feeds me...and poetry is IT! Peggy: I'm sorry for not being around for awhile, for having my head up my butt, and for whatever other crap I've created! XOXO :)*
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Whole Damned Life

nothing but a green chair, a brown bottle,
static-laced television spewing its recycled garbage,
leaning forward toward it like a plant to the sun.

Another sigh, another hand to the forehead,
another cigarette to watch the lonely light
catapulting from the set to the ceiling

and why not the fist curling around the neck
of the bottle, why not the cock of the bottle
back to the mouth like a barrel of a gun?

Something grows between the eyes and the T.V.:
a tunnel, a platonic bid, a constant surveillance,
an escape from a reality so dumb and dull
it makes your eyes hurt from lack of shine--

a haven, a cage, a place to stand still in
and be absolutely silent, a place to fade into
the backdrop of existence.

A place to hide in the cold hollows of the night.

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