No Feelings Poem by matt fromm

No Feelings



Got it gripped good and firm this time
But I can't seem to squeeze off a single round.
Soaking wet and I don't drip.
The pain in my stomach isn't doin it for me.
Nor is the brightly lit L.M.U clock tower off in the distance.
The L.M.U tower I spent a good portion of my child hood years near.
I look at it, running down Stanwood street.
And still it gives me nothing.
I wake up every morning to find that Hell awaits.
I choke and I choke on so called wise words that are thrown my way.
Trying so hard NOT to put it on paper.
Let it build up and then bust a great big fatty.
I only wanna write when I'm light in the head.
I can't be pent up enough.
Simply can't resist taking the condom off the ball point pen and getting REAL messy.
The dull red neon Bendix sign off in the east gives me the memories of the innocents they said I should keep but decided they'd rather have it.
I'm not gonna fade away, no way, sunny day, say hey!
Crawl, instead, to the wrong side, go inside, can not hide, Mud slide, homicide, suicide!
When they chase me out of my own skin
I'll spin around with an undead hunger in my cold animal gaze...and i'll chase them.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jolenish Fiber 19 June 2008

hah! bust a great big fatty. this could be a rap song.... do you know the gym class heros? check em out if you haven't. that's the kind of rap i know and love. you remind me of them with your reality checkness and humor. keep it up and seriously, check em out, i think you'll like em.

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