I've been writing poetry on and off since I . . . can't really remember. Maybe my teens. Guess that's the time when you start feeling more like an "adult" and have something important to say about . . . LIFE! But I didn't really get serious about writing until 2005 or so. Anyway, this is one of the first poems written during that time period. One of my favorites . . . for better or worse.
My
Life in Film
It’s
way too early in the morning
for
me to be up, but here I am
writing
a poem, if I may call it such,
wondering
exactly where I misplaced my life.
Funny,
I thought I laid it on the night stand
next
to my bed which I’m in the habit of doing,
but it’s
not there…
Remember
the movie
The
Incredible Shrinking Man!
how
little by little he disappeared
becoming
smaller and smaller,
his
voice turning to a whisper,
then
to an even smaller whimper
until
no one could hear him at all?
That’s
me lately…
Not
sure why, but my friends
don’t
seem to see me anymore, or
maybe
they see too much of me or
maybe
it’s all in my head…
I do
imagine things sometimes
that
aren’t very pleasant, like
being
eaten alive by flesh hungry zombies
while
everyone I know ignores my cries for help…
They
just turn their backs whistling that tune
from
Snow White… You know, that happy
one
the dwarfs whistle… before
they
meet the title character…
Perhaps
I watch too much television or
perhaps
not enough…
The
Texas
Ah,
now that was a movie!
A
babe, a chainsaw, a psycho killer
wearing
a mask made of human skin!
Tears
come to my eyes when I think about it!
I find
it difficult to watch a movie
without
a large coke and a medium
popcorn
by my side…. I don’t know…
it
comforts me while I sit in the dark…. alone.
Could
that be a fault in my character?
Woodie
o7-29-o8 (rewrites
o5-o4-13, o4-o5-18)
