no jacket fits

by Matthew Sharp

no jacket fits
i snap it rips
split through my shoes
abuse the ground
stomp the world up side down
pound by dead pound
destroy the sound of serenity
dismember me every time you enter me
no medication
altering my concentration.
of an imagination
coming out from under the sedation
of useless information
influential entertainment
for each person there is a channel or a station
a nation stuck on imitation
a place with so much fakeness
there is no collaborating on what were making
so im stuck in the basement
i might as well just face it and erase it.
it's wasted


Author's Note:

Posted on 03/09/2007
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/09/07 at 05:20 AM

Great title, feels like it comes from real exprience, tactile, and explosive. Great rhythms and intensity...and the sense that only from this point of view can real creativity break forth. Like here.

Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 03/11/07 at 08:36 PM

Excellent write. This screams.

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