Monday, February 1, 2010


O! My wailing heart! My quaking soul!

My wailing, quaking heart-soul!
Now the void of empty voidness opens before me
and is empty

O blackness! O darkness! O despair!
The sorrow of fifty billion apocalypses
rises like an army of seventy trillion skeletons,
each carrying a dying child
and weeping.
My soul screams – why?
Why? Why? Why? Why?
It howls despairingly like the despairing ghost of a despairing banshee.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why did I forget
to charge my phone?

From the excellent website (click): How to write badly well

1 comment:

Becka said...

This is too funny! It reminds me of when I was just a wee kid (about 12 years old) and I wrote a gut wrenching poem about my beloved popcicle!

Absolutely funny!