Speaking in the Sentence Fragments of the Seratonin-Depleted
July 30, 2008 by Clint Catalyst · 12 Comments
So here I am, testing out this new blog. The Webmistress has introduced me to WordPress, so of course I wanna see what it’s all about.
However, Full Disclaimer:
On A Near-Daily Basis, People
Who’ve not so much as commented a single blog
“Contact Clint”; “Contact Clint”; “Contact Clint”
(fwd:, fwd:, fwd: from my website)
I can’t help but wonder: have these individuals
even taken the time to read/support a single work of mine
Yet here I am, expected to spend countless hours answering questions
On how to mend a broken heart, exactly
Which kind of bandages do they need
What’s the best brand that’ll make it all better, once
They rub away the sticky residue, everything will be fixed, right?
Right? They’ll get the answer; they’ll get The Happy Life
I’ve only tasted, but some illusion must provide—
Most people get “partly cloudy” and call it a bad day…
Me? I’m all tsunamis and cyclones, melting glaciers and
an ozone layer bruised,
areas burst wide open like
kneecaps French-kissing asphalt
this skin of mine, on a night so loaded
with spine-snap emotions, there’s not enough of me
to contain everything: all of this
RED ALERT
RED ALERT
Authorities urge I’m safer when viewed from afar
Though the awful truth is
I want your calm; I want to pull you in.
(visual art by Glenn Arthur)
*Thing is: I have to “own it”—sure, it’s lachrymose. It’s of the Things Are Very Serious school, the stacks-of-bipolar-poems strewn about. But here’s the deal: it’s not like me to hide what I fear might be mocked. I mean, I view it differently after 7 hours of zzzzs—though that doesn’t change the moment, the cheeks-burning-crimson over what developed, the cadence that’s captured in this emotional Polaroid.
Said another way? I meant it. Not really, but really meant it at the time.
