Lovely Penguin

I once had a professor call me a barbarist-that was one of the best compliments I’ve received thus far at college.

Anyway, here’s my most recent poem which may or may not accurately depict one’s state of mind when wrestling with the existential bear that is memory.

by marie Gordon

There’s a strobe light here
In my head
That speckles my nights
Into bits

A funny photo
Imagined
Brought into my brain
By smirky figments

They giggle at my brain
Embarrass
Sing their own praises
To shun me

Out of existence
Figment me
Into their wildness
Into mine

I swept up the bits
They’re garbaged
But not my figments
Still giggling

Watching a movie
They made up
Pretending its mine
Gullible

They have their popcorn
It’s my shame
Buttery to them
Delicious revels

They took their putty
To my home
They enjoyed spirits
They budged me

I can’t tell speckles
From figments
They existed me
From revels

When the beer ran out
Abandoned
Trying to get glass
From my brain

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