Back to Reality

Today I checked my mail and there was a letter from World Poetry Organization (Association?) and it said on the front FINALIST RESULTS! and the first thought that went through my head was "Why would they send me this.  It's not like I'm a finalist."  And I open it and it says we loved your poem.  Let's publish it.  I stood there in shock but as I read through they really did want to publish my poem.  HOW AWESOME IS THAT!!!

Here is the poem: Zombie

chemo-thinned hair, strung across an oxygen deprived skull,

shone silver against the splotched,

dark dermis

blue veins clouded once-brown eyes,

hidden behind half-closed lids

matted with salty dross

lips crusted in a sticky residue of spittle,

velcroed to a gaping mandible

hung on weak joints

gasping breaths, ceding

into barely audible inhales

signal the end

decrepit body pressed into the mattress

a final attempt at being undead,

not dead

When I presented this poem in my workshop the professor was like you need to cut out over half of this.  Everyone else in my class loved it.  I took out about 3 words haha.  I'm glad that's all I did.  In your face professor man!!

I had an Old English professor once who limited his family to 3 exclamation points a day.  That's just so ridiculous. He is a nut though.

I feel like a hack.

My holiday is over.  I drove back to Oxford today.

So I'm watching this show called Being Human with my friend Phillip on Netflix.  And it's about these people who are afflicted with some 19th century fairytale disease like werewolfism or vampireism or ghostness and they are trying to be normal and go about their lives but its turned into a mopey oh look at me I'm not normal. Poor me.  Who cares if you are different.  You should take pride in how special you are.  The werewolf guy is kinda cute though.  He looks like a puppy when he is being human.  I want to watch him change though.

Oh shit it just sucked me in.  Everyone watch Being Human because its good.
I wouldn't want to be a werewolf because you'd have to go through all that body changing pain.  That would be horrible.

Song of the day is This Fire by Franz Ferdinand

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