My mom emailed me at work yesterday about my last post. She asked if my life was really that bad in high school. It wasn't, really. I can look back now and see it's just part of growing up. I liked a girl, she didn't like me. It happens. But aside from the silly repressed feelings and self-destructive unrequited love business, life was pretty good.
As for the poems, Memories and But I Do were the only "serious" ones I did. I intentionally mixed them in with the rest, which were infused with my own dark humor, (at least that was the idea) to sort of throw people off track of what was really going on in my head.
But just to ease my mom's mind, here's one more from that time frame that's not about love lost or death. Well, actually it is about death, but it's not all depressing and stuff. I can't remember if the accompanying doodle was the inspiration for the poem, or if it came afterwards.
Anyway, here it is. This is a, uh, Brazilian ass-shaker right here. Can I say that? Right on.
The River Styx
While going to the river Styx,
I got into a nasty fix.
For I was completely unaware
That I had to pay Charon's fare.
He patiently waited for a token;
Still and silent--not a word was spoken.
He then put out his bony hand
But I still did not understand.
It is now to my great lament
That he did not get his payment.
He had many more souls to deliver
So he left me there, by the river.
Then I got it through my head
That all this time I've been dead.
Now I'm in a nasty fix --
I'm stranded on the river Styx.
