Poem

I guess I feel like sharing this week. This is a poem I wrote for our manuscript project for a poetry class I took as a sophomore in college. Making me want to start investing time in poetry again.

List poem taken from loveable lines in my writers notebook.

Life's List
Salty.
Used religion.
Excitement's form alone- worry.
Collecting repeatedness.
Listening to fake rain.
Discerning odd dreams.
Off, tied tongue.
Dinning over poems.
The shock of consciousness in the city.
Thoughts in line.
Birds with beer on beaks.
Tattoo subjects.
Lines where body ends.
Neoclassical crap.
Something for the poets
to try and take down.
A 12 page sleeping pill.
As purposeful as felt placed on
the bottom of shoes.
I couldn't cry right.
Moments waiting for whiteout.
Literature of the dead.
What a society of critics are
willing to withstand.
"Placebo for your pocket."
Jars of Clay.
My sweet little toe religion.
As excited as 4 thousand
forty 8 pop tabs.
Conundrum.
Buzzed right by in almost
a blissful blur.
Life laughs last.