The depression of my boot...Depressed are small sections of carpet as I shuffle from one room to the other
Depressed is My cheek when I have a bad toothache
Depressed are the soles of my shoes as I ponder in Tescos
Depressed is the mattress from the dead weight of my dreaming body
Depressed are the buttons on the poxy TV remote control
Depressed is the flattened cushion under my great big fat arse
Depressed are the pedals by my feet whilst driving to the station
Depressed is the bottle of ketchup as it oozes it's contents all over my chips
Depressed are five areas on my forehead when I am fed up
Depressed is the return key when I command a new sentence
Depressed are the centres of all jarred food stuffs before I buy
Depressed is the middle of any trampoline you care to choose
Depressed are the giant blisters on the front of my Effavirenz
Depressed is the snow that creaks with uncertainness under my excited weight
Depressed are the dirty black rubber buttons that open the train door
Depressed is the air just in front of my index finger when I point
Depressed are the plungers of all the syringes I have ever used on myself
Depressed is the tissue that blots out the bleeding needle hole
Depressed are my eyelids when I am tired or have something irritating them
Depressed is the skin around my ankle when it becomes all too much
Depressed are My bicycle gear levers as I float around Richmond Park like a ghost
Depressed is the right hand click on my i-pod when it isn't singing to me
Depressed are the keys on my phone as I re-set my alarm for my HIV meds
Depressed is the snail that I accidentally crushed outside my bedroom window
Depressed are the little clips that hold in my favorite DVD's in their cases
Depressed is my imagination when I am in pain
Depressed are my senses for three hours after my evening HIV meds
Depressed is the shutter of my camera as it reads you like a book
Depressed are all the lights on our dark and dreary Planet
Jason
P.s. Happy Birthday Evie.....Sorry that your Uncle Jae couldn't be there.
(C) JPT 2007
4 comments:
Favorite line: Depressed is the air in front of my index finger...
Excellent poem.
The poem is great, but why everything is so depressed? Don't make me cryyyyyy.....
Depressed I'm with u on that one although dunno why when I read bout others? Oh yeah cannay remember nuffin worthwhile anyway..Where are all my legal docs they gone now, is dat good or bad? Bad right now..run run as fast as u can till the light shines bright & u can be at one!
Ample, I think my favorite line is the very top one. My second is the same as yours;)
Tea, That's just it......Everything around me is depressed, except me. I'm fine.
Guy, I know what you mean about others. But I don't have to live with them so I can only realistically speaking, care about myself. But I think about 'Others' all the time.
That light always seems to be on the horizon doesn't it? Just don't loose sight of it dude.
Take care,
Jason
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