I am Jack's sweaty palms by Cymbre Dolphayso there I was
shooting at myself
my imaginary friend
the psychopathic one
that's running rampant
hitting me in the ear
and making soap
the one that reads
airplane crash flyers
and finds it funny
that Jack's colon
is going to kill him
one of these days
so here I am
trying to kill myself
so that I
don't have to die 02/17/2003 Author's Note: For anyone who has seen Fight Club. Mischief. Mayhem. Soap.
Posted on 02/18/2003 Copyright © 2024 Cymbre Dolphay
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Beth K Hannah on 02/18/03 at 05:46 AM And once again, Jack has touched another soul. I love him so much.... Very good dear. |
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 03/12/04 at 11:16 PM hehe, good take on that awesome movie... i could watch it every week... you have captured it quite well, in all it's brutal reality... blessings... |
Posted by Kara Hayostek on 07/30/04 at 09:04 PM I loved fight club,,,,this was a cool little poem :-) |
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 10/23/08 at 02:43 PM very nice concept and poetic way of summing up the movie. good job. |
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