How does one file for bankruptcy? Not the financial bankruptcy that is so on everyone's minds right now, but the other? The one where you have too many things to think about and do and not enough time or energy to do them? The one where the rules have been changed and you can't adapt? The one where you can't sleep for thinking? The one where weeks go by without you doing what it is you wanted to or meant to do? You know the one I mean. I needn't go on.
When I walk across a college campus, though, nothing seems to have changed. The fall of heroes has not touched those youths except to make new opportunities.
It is nothing new, I guess, this falling perpetually behind. It must have gone on throughout the centuries.
But it doesn't help, I think. The sleepless nights, the mild depression and the panic attacks, the feeling that one is alone. Poor aged wretches. Don't worry. There is someone behind you to help you down the ladder.
yes, exactly, everyone says it is that way for them too but I don't belive it. Everyone else seems more together than I do...or so it seems
ReplyDeleteHe was unique.
ReplyDeleteno no no! i don't like those fake talking poet heads! i saw sylvia plath on a site the other day. freaks me out.
ReplyDeletesigh.
i have a few dylan thomas poems. here's one. poor you.
A love poem: Not a Villanelle but written during one
Dylan Thomas doesn't live in the shed out front
but Swansea is just over the bridge
and the sea still curls its hair
and sends it scent up the porchstairs
to the door where
the shingles have gone beard gray
and the woodpecker has beaten a hole
and the black slide lock hangs
from one small nail and clacks
with every swing and shut
come home
the flowers in the window-box are dying.
Sweet dreams, CS did you see that moon and Venus tonight? killer.
"There is someone behind you to help you down the ladder."
ReplyDeleteThat is an incredible way of saying this. I love it.