A POEM BY THE SCARRIET EDITORS

SORROW

Mother leans over you; want is what will surely last,
Whether it’s friendship, love, the picture, or the meal.
Why does sorrow seem more real?

The game is won, with crushed hearts and bruises amassed,
Loudly in your ears, the victory bells peal—
Why does sorrow seem more real?

Long hours sought, the test is passed,
Safely in your hands, the document and seal,
Why does sorrow seem more real?

Following the star that follows the mast,
You circle the earth, you run like an eel…
Why does sorrow seem more real?

Surrounded by family…goodbye, at last,
Without saying a thing you feel.
Why does sorrow seem more real?

Surviving the others, burned, gassed,
Or drowned, as you cling to the shattered keel,
Why does sorrow seem more real?

Facing, alone, the icy present, the feverish past—
Thought enters boldly each line you feel,
Why does sorrow seem more real?

Politics in your veins, hypocrites sassed,
Your righteousness, raw, makes you squeak and squeal.
Why does sorrow seem more real?

Condemned! Your day no more than love to make it last—
You remember, with tears, the last flower and meal.
Why does sorrow seem more real?

Did you love him, or her?  No matter; the die is cast,
Love’s imperfect, so you made a deal.
Why does sorrow seem more real?

If you want a child, get immortality, fast—
Even as lives through infinite shadows steal.
Why does sorrow seem more real?

What is it, that you never reveal?
Sorrow: is it, indeed, more real?
Is life an accidental doom?
An accident of turpitude and gloom?
The dancers!  Give them room, give them room.

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11 Comments

  1. Aaron Asphar said,

    July 28, 2011 at 4:09 pm

    I don’t know what to vomit at first: the picture, the poem, or the abyss with a face who posted it.

    • thomasbrady said,

      July 28, 2011 at 6:18 pm

      Aaron Asphar, thinking deeply about vomit…

  2. Sean said,

    July 28, 2011 at 4:14 pm

    WHY WOULD I CHOSE TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD OF INSANITY TELL ME WHY

    • thomasbrady said,

      July 28, 2011 at 6:31 pm

      Sean reaches deep within, and quotes Frank Bidart…

  3. Sean said,

    July 28, 2011 at 4:16 pm

    featuring Peaches and Paul PM
    4.04 Gonzales
    Kitty-Yo Int. 2002.02
    Electronica/Dance

    Tell me WHY

    • thomasbrady said,

      July 28, 2011 at 6:13 pm

      Peaches n’ Herb?

  4. Aaron Asphar said,

    July 28, 2011 at 4:39 pm

    If you want a ‘why’ for life yr in the wrong blog Sean!

    • thomasbrady said,

      July 28, 2011 at 6:20 pm

      Dewy drops of wisdom from Aaron Asphar to Sean…

  5. Aaron Asphar said,

    July 28, 2011 at 4:40 pm

    Tuck the pain away cus
    grandaddy did a pooh pooh in my
    punt, punt, punt
    daddies daddy did a feaces beefy
    curtain curtain curtain

    • thomasbrady said,

      July 28, 2011 at 6:26 pm

      The Muse makes sweet love to Aaron Asphar…

  6. Willy.... said,

    August 11, 2011 at 7:17 pm

    This will be my “zodiac” letter. 😉
    I’m still around. Haven’t been banned from Harriet. 😉
    And you still haven’t figured out who I am. And you never will!

    I’ll write drop another note in a few years just to drive my hunters insane.


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