Totally Unrelated Blog-a-Thon: A Poem

By tully | "Boredom at Its Boredest" by Michael Tully October 25, 2007 at 6:16AM

Totally Unrelated Blog-a-Thon: A Poem

It doesn't make much sense for me to participate in Stu VanAirsdale's Totally Unrelated Blog-a-Thon, because about sixty percent of the time this site is already a Totally Unrelated Blog-a-Thon. Okay, maybe forty percent, but still, anyone who checks in here even somewhat frequently knows that I write about subjects that have nothing to do with cinema, whether it be my own heartbreak or college basketball or music or who knows what else (I was going to link to past posts here but the thought of rereading them almost made me brown my boxers). But I'm going to rise to Mr. The Reeler's challenge anyway. And so, let us begin with our first installment...

Here's a poem I wrote when I used to write poems:

Vacation Days

We read thick books by the broken moonlight,
And laid like cadavers under the swollen sunlight.

I caught stunned fish for breakfast.

We listened to the endless wash of waves,
And grinned as the breeze spun the world through the sky.

The grill glowed like a dollhouse sunset.

We spoke to no one, and watched nothing,
And promised not to ever wake up.

Our drinks clinked like xylophones.

We stayed behind to witness the hurricane,
Ignoring the sirens that begged us to flee.

You laughed like a giddy tornado.

We awoke the next morning and knew it was over,
As harsh sunrays burned through the glass.

Our zippers dragged like sad violins.

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