1 The constraints: 1) No more than
one hour. 2) No more than 20 lines.
The result ? Genius or Not.


25th April 2010

By Melissa Lee-Houghton | 2010 April 25

Battling- there’s commercials in the air around the house
And the static of a television. I’m battling against myself
And the noise of life happening freely. In the woods
I liked the rhythm of plodding uphill where the leaves
Hanging dead from the trees looked like gold.
Steven would like this, he would like me describing
The world as we saw it, as beautiful as it was, it’s beauty
I don’t know how to get along with. Half of me
Is already old. The other half is petrified. I love
Like mourning, I can dope you up on what I’ve got.
The sunshine is taking the edge off all kinds of ideation.
I can read Huxley and drink tea, I can take a walk
And talk to myself in my head about my shortcomings
Or imagine how great it would be if only you knew..
But then there’s static again, the energies of bored children
And my heart trying to find reasons to keep pumping
All this gorgeous blood around my circulatory system.
And of course, you are my reason. I should’ve died
Before now but your faith is stronger than mine, than
Mine has ever been, you have faith in the ground
Not swallowing me up next time I can’t even cry.

Depression, Energy, Faith

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