hawks above
writhing worms below
the latex plant seeping down the street
middle fingers thrown from cars
dried blood stained to the pieces of glass on the back porch
hissing of static on a channel that doesn't come in clear
grey ashes collected in the Muskoka glass and brown burn trails on the side
my thin wallet and the bent edges of protruding medical cards
the police lights pouring in through the tiny window winding around the room
old Chinese food sticking to blue patterned plates
a corner cobweb swaying in the thick current from the space heater
I put my sweatshirt back on today. It was a nice day, but it wasn't as nice as yesterday. Tomorrow won't be as nice as today.
I looked in the mirror today. I looked nice today, but I didn't look as nice as I did yesterday. Tomorrow I won't look as nice as I did today.
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oh, i love your words.
Whoever wrote this should let me know. I have my suspects, but I could be wrong.
Anyways, I dig the style.
- Heather
Hi!
Thanks for taking an interest in my work. It seems like there’s a few people referencing and rewriting one of the characters in it lately, which is really cool.
I just wanted to clear a few things up about my own work because I was worried that people might be interpreting it as a pessimistic piece… “Tomorrow” is not about the meanderings of a fantasy prone douche bag. It’s about… well “Tomorrow,” the general concept of the future.
Throughout the poem, the speaker, though he tries to avoid reality by his fantasies, ends up finding himself in the external world (his physical aging in the mirror contrasted with seeing himself in his head as a young French King). Furthermore, he finds himself in the “Oedipus-like” homeless man who also dwells in religious delusions, sexual delusions, and delusions that the money and the trash he finds in gutters are substantial wealth.
“Tomorrow,” or the future, is undetermined -- it is the static on the radio; it is the “unwritten page.” We don’t know what the future will bring or how much time that we have to set things right. It is not that the future has to be progressively worse… it’s that we have a choice and a social responsibility we can accept or not accept. The truth is, some people won’t accept that responsibility, and I see this all the time in the cynicism of my generation. However, I don’t blame them for it. It’s hard to know what to do once you have that kind of actualization. And whether anyone likes it or not, it usually takes time, that we may or may not have, to make those kind of decisions.
I wanted to end the poem and leave the readers with the weight of the speaker’s coming decision because I think it’s the best moment to do so. It is the exact moment where change can happen and where fantasy can be replaced by reality.
Anyway, thanks for reading. The poem looks good and the style is distinct from mine.
I thought I read a post that seemed like someone was making a song based on my poems or… perhaps it was just similar to my poems. Either way, to whoever is doing that, I think it’s a good idea because organized music is the opposite of the “static on the radio.” And the pieces fit nicely together. I recommend titling it, “Today.” Or “Smoking Douchbag Goes Meandering.”
To the person above,
What are you saying? I'm not sure. Are you claiming that you wrote this? I don't understand what your comment is supposed to mean.
-mcd
Well, some of the concepts from this piece are concepts I already wrote about (which might be completely accidental). This is the second time I've seen this occur (not with my work); so, I figured it probably wasn't accidental and someone was re-interpreting or building art from the previous entries.
And I think that's a really cool idea.
If not, than it's just a contrast of what I did to what they did, which is somewhat similar. I think both pieces are really cool.
I would definately be interested in hearing more about it from them if they felt like having a friendly conversation about it.
total coincidence, accidentally similar, but that rules. what is the name of your piece?
Haha. "Tomorrow." It's back in the November entries.
Sorry about that.
So who wrote this? If it's mcd, I'm gonna feel like a creepo. I've already asked this question before!!!!!!
I should feel like a creepo, eh?
Dammit!
And who left the long comment?! Inquiring minds want to know.
This anonymous thing... I love it but sometimes, SOMETIMES it drives me nuttttttttts!!!!!!! In a good way.
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