ennui II: snapshots

ennui II: snapshots It confuses me when people complain that nothing happens in a poem, When nothing happens ever anyway. It is worrisom when the first thing you see in the morning is concrete, But I'm not worried anymore. (I'm not homeless, I just don't like my home, so I stopped going) I'm wearing my needle needle felt suit and my face looks older now - like a chef who's spent too long over the stove; A glowing clay colo(u)r dry. Neurofactor 3: The tank flashed a red 'E' Serotonin is important. Anhedonia: A sudden feeling of disdain or hatred towards something which formerly induced feelings of happiness or well-being. ennui: more photographs from a yielding art - [the truck driver who blew a tyre and never drove again] [the concubine who waited 50 years for her drowned master to port] [the groom who suffered his first attack of anhedonia whilst exchanging vows with his wife to be] A sophoclean grounding, Liberally self-medicated and; Stealing every cent, From the cash-till of meanings.these are notes that go with the first part. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 05:17 PM PST    10 • 0