Stress by Chris Sorrenti
Feel the brain drain
of civilization
split your head into two
no blood but a lot of pain
it's only a stroke
years later down the road for you
Wake up in the morning
feeling like a million dollars
by the end of the day
lucky if you're a wrinkled one dollar bill
And
it's a pill
five cups of coffee / happy hour
cinnamon danish calorie watch crasher
a weekly trip to your local
depression supermarket / convenience store
Go looking for more
as you wade past the bodies
on suicide street
in a mortgaged house
from your lover
on the waves of mass media
It's a killer that gives no warning
only the memories of the ones
who it has killed
© 1984
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07/29/2015 Author's Note: First poem ever published; The World Of Poetry Press, Sacramento, California (1985).
Posted on 07/29/2015 Copyright © 2025 Chris Sorrenti
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Posted by Laura Doom on 08/08/15 at 09:56 AM ...years later down the road, waking as that wrinkled one dollar bill
and how good was that, the 'first published poem' moment? |
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