King

[Neo Cassady]

Introductory note: I don't write poetry often, and many times I reread my poems and they seem forced or painfully cliche. This, however, is something I wrote for a creative writing class more than a year ago, and it's one of the few I can still say I am happy with. It was originally two columns, with all the lines in parentheses on the right, so it can read as either two separate poems or one longer one, but the formatting gets messed up on here so I'll just post it like this. King is the name of our university library.




"King"

Soothing silence abruptly broken.
(The all-night patrons settle in)
Voices shouting into cell phones
(”Restricted” signs don’t mean a thing)
boasting of bedroom endeavors and conquests
(And clouded memories in their wake)
amidst drunken escapades the night before,
(It’s fucking Tuesday, for God’s sake)
and of smoking more and eating less.
(You’re beautiful, the media says;
well, I for one think you’re a mess—
all nutrients have been displaced.
Just stuff your sun-stained orange face
with calories you won’t keep, lest
you gain a pound, but I digress)
Adrenaline emptied from aluminum
(You place the blame on all the stress)
strewn across tables and tiles,
(The chatter swells and shrinks in time)
a stark contrast to sinking eyelids
(The disillusioned yearn for rest)
and lowering heads.
(It’s almost rhythmic, all of this)

[chaosB4storm]

this was very enjoyable, well done.

[lew_1987]

I liked this, especially because I could relate to it. The twin peom idea really works too... Well done.

[Neo Cassady]

I liked this, especially because I could relate to it. The twin peom idea really works too... Well done.

Thanks man.