Very Bad Archive
Bitter
Jack Lurhstaap
Crimping skimping smashed shut on the dream
broken fragments of a lost soul heart pumping
among the debris.
Sometimes the lost is found
and the found lost
but you never know which it is, never ever
never among the dead and scattered broken dreams.
Once upon a misery the fog held thick and wet
far away
where it's no good to anyone Desire hums deep and quick,
and he doesn't know what to
do.
He wishes
it were as easy as it is
on TV
He wishes
he knew where a
guilty person who
doesn't know him
lives
He wishes
he knew for sure
He wishes
he was something
other than what he is
Anything
other than
what he is.
cripple gimp liar
useless fake
vicious empty dying
lifeless
dreamless
I know where I am
but
I can't find all the parts I
used to like
Everything is cold and empty and hot
faded markers of a broken dream of emptiness
Fake imitations, replicas, a
heartless mockery
of what should be.
It knows what it is, but
it can't find a way
out
Everything it knows
is a contradiction.
Nothing makes sense.
It needs for things to
make
sense.
It tries to
make them
make sense.
It doesn't work.
despair
self-hatred
misomania
apathy
Unfelt
fake tears.
Jack Lurhstaap has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Jack's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Jack's latest works: