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In the Living of My Age
by Joe CramerIn the living of my age
I get caught up in this detail,
The minutia, the mundane.
The pain of everyday living
Becomes so very unbearable,
And yet, somehow tolerable.
It's an ache in my head, giving
Me a headache, all the same.
Somehow I rise above, I rail
Against my supposed rage. 12/30/2008 Author's Note: ...a recent implosion poem....
Posted on 12/30/2008
Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 12/30/08 at 06:35 PM Sometimes your writes just scream Bukowski at me. This is one of those. The unsettling notion that there is not much more in life sometimes, or ever, is something hard to think about. ~JPP |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/30/08 at 06:51 PM No short supply of anger here, man. You do a phenomenal job channeling it into this poem. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 12/31/08 at 01:42 AM ah! the sweet joys of getting older! lol.. thanks for reminding the rest of us out here!
alisa ;-) |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 12/31/08 at 02:08 AM This piece is a little edgier than your usual, I like it! Good job channeling the emotion into words. |
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