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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Bad Poetry Night: inspired by Roy.

I've changed a lot since I wrote this in high school, desperate to look like I belonged in the coffee house and not at all realizing that, at the time, I did.

Some Change Left
some change left,
don't know how much.
the coffee was a buck
oh six. and the stank
led the pen to my hand
as i comprehend the drink.
pen on pad, i fit in
with the misfits.
even though i don't play
chess and my hair's hue
is not unnatural. even
though my clothes have
only had one home and
my skin is unmarked by
man's art. i can pretend
that i am a misfit too.
and fit in. even though
i don't and my pen is made of
posted by hilary at 8:27 PM |


Blogger Roy said...

Ah yes... the years of the teenage herding instinct. I remember them well, and miss them very little. I'll post a picture of what I looked like back when I was having my goth phase, trust me you'll get a good laugh out of it. :-)

However, I remember very clearly needing to belong to a group at college, and always feeling a little awkward when hanging around goths and dressing like a normal skater dude. Then one day I realised that I dressed the way I did because I was affliated and integrated with all of the cliques in college, and I no longer had a problem with it.

Well anyway thats what that poem brought to mind.

4/09/2006 1:26 PM  

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