Tuesday, April 03, 2007
A wave of bad poetry
Ok... so last night we were in 'round 2 of peace talks', and in a way, it's like we've settled on peace, but on what conditions is a little unclear, at least to me. I feel really strange being here, but I'd feel more strange walking out and going home. And I started wondering what it would be like, to be in a position where we would, at least for a while, be trying to ease off, as it were, and the actual impossibility of separating out which bits of 'soulstuff' belong to me and which belong to him. And in my fantasies, whilst I was pretending to be him, and trying to figure out what I would do as him, this wave of really really really bad rhyme hit me. I won't even do the world an injustice by calling it bad 'poetry' again.
If I didn't see you again
What would I do?
Would I throw out that plant
Because it reminds me of you?
Or what about that bag?
Or that mobile phone?
Or is this bond deeper...
Than those things we own?
I had to blog the poem. I don't write rhyme. I just thought at the very least, I can laugh about myself in my blog, since I'm not laughing about much else at the moment. So... yes... this is thoroughly strange. And I don't know where this is going, or if we are going to be able to normalise anything within the next few days/weeks. I would like to, so so badly, but at the same time, I feel so estranged (or as Frank would say, 'estrangled').
If I keep pretending that everything is ok, will we drift apart even further, or will I wake up one morning with a smile?
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