Thursday, May 5, 2011

Cheers - by Rand

A haughty nasal
British accent
the beginning
and flattened
the vowel
resulting in
years of my
younger brother
clinking my
juice cup
and uttering

1 comment:

  1. Why is it
    That the single thing I hear
    Above all else--
    Above the raucous, boisterous,
    Many-voiced, rumbling,
    Soul-shattering, bone-shaking sound--
    Is your silence,
    Cold as stone,
    And devoid of consideration?
    While others encourage me on,
    See me in golden glory,
    All I can feel is a terrible,
    Crippling, festering wound
    That let's me know I haven't achieved
    All I set out to do.
    I'd play the Martyr
    If I thought it would do
    Your heart any good.