i swear

somewhere
people are fucking

if you’re very quiet
you can hear them

stay quiet for longer
and you realize
it’s not just people
it’s bugs too
bugs are fucking
under your bed
along the moldings
and as they turn
cartwheels through
the air in your room
and then it dawns
on you that everything
around you is fucking
the chair has been fucking
the couch when you’re out
the peanut butter
fucks the jelly on
your sandwich and
in your computer trillions
of electrons fucking at close
to the speed of light it’s a god-
damn full-on fuck-fest
which suggests that you
have been fucking yourself
for years

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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2 Responses to i swear

  1. jigdood says:

    this resonates the movie Amelie

  2. hmm. i’ve heard of it–maybe i’ll check it out now. thanks.

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