there is nothing that cheers me up more than realizing how overdramatically depressed i'm *not*, anymore. heck, i'm practically giddy as a schoolgirl now! which doesn't make much sense considering i wasn't giddy at all, when i was a schoolgirl. well, unless i had some excellent bud, but that's beside the ... where was i?
overtired. but otherwise fine. by comparison.
shelter
winds of dark conclusion
blew foreboding & finality into
my shattered dream
vision shimmering hotly
as the thin veneer of sanity
goes cracking & peeling
away revealing
flesh
raw &
slick with blood
& hidden sickness
here in
my room
the walls
speak in
tongues
their breath
is etched
in sharp
bright lines
that lead
to my
source or
to the
end
when the earth shudders & i'll sense
a thrilling hollowness beckoning me
from beneath the light flaky crust
finally finally
the reign
will claim me
curled up peaceful
in an infinity of no small
insignificance
&
this
the only shelter
will endure
-(me)
circa 1979
Bad? I wouldn't say the poem is bad. It is full of lovely teenaged angst and lightly peppered with interesting lines.
As for schoolgirlish giddyness, I'm not sure I've ever seen the phenom in the field as it were. The girls I went to school with were rather like the cheerleaders in Nirvana's "Come As You Are" video. Dark & pensive. Mmmmm.
i've seen it (the phenomenon) -- i mean, i live in southern california, in a beach town, across the street from a mall. oh, we have our angsty youngsters too, but there's still plenty of giddy.
Isn't it amazing when you look back?
Hugs, girl.