Sunday, May 9, 2010

Poem: Unipolar

Here's a poem of mine for anyone who has had to deal with major depression, one way or another. It was originally published in Thieves Jargon.


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Unipolar

a stone.
a bit like a skull,
but no.

skulls go by
encased in warmth
and stride,

enjoying
the hum of laughter,
the flexibility

of a face.
it’s not enough
to look like a skull

on a special day
from a certain angle
under the right weather.

a stone. nothing more.
sinking
an inch every few years,

while skulls smile,
and travel through the air
to fresh exotic places.

a stone.
it’s not enough to pretend
you can rise up

and escape.

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