it started out slow...

well good afternoon my lovely children. :) hopefully i'll write a longer post whenever i get home, but right now i'm just going to quickly post a poem i wrote this morning. in case you didn't know... in english class we have these things called "free writes" in which we write.. freely.. for a little bit.. yeah.. stuff... and there are rules or whatever: keep your hand moving, don't erase anything, don't go back and change things, etc. So, here's my freewrite for 2-4-05 (actually with changes though cuz i'm still tweaking the stupid poem.. just consider this a first draft :P ):

So, this morning taking a shower I started thinking about the bench. Our bench. The park bench. And I started writing a poem. What was it... how did it go?


there is a park bench
near a sea of asphalt
and there we stopped,
and sat a while.
and this park bench,
it was happy
it was a comfotable place to stay for a time.
but now i'm standing
on a cold wet curb,
looking at what used to be our bench,
and I can feel the garbage truck,
coming
rumbling through the earth
through my soul.
I regret.
I regret every piece of wood
I flung far away,
every match I lit
every drop of gasoline I poured
with my eyes closed,
and my head turned,
having everything and nothing to say.
doesn't look like there's much hope
for a pile of broken wood,
and maybe there shouldn't be
maybe we don't want any.
and maybe I just want a parkbench that's whole,
not falling apart.
not tasting of ashes
like me.