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From: brent@itm.UUCP
Newsgroups: net.singles,net.poems
Subject: therapy for getting dumped
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Date: Tue, 3-Jan-84 16:07:44 EST
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Posted: Tue Jan  3 16:07:44 1984
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Last time I had a relationship terminated, I vented my spleen
(messy business, that) by writing.  What came out was increbibly
morose stuff, but it was good therapy.  Other people probably
use similar theraputic techniques; might be interesting, what do
you do for "dump therapy"?  Anyway, here's the poem cycle that
resulted, I think there are may be some good lines in here.

        "I'm feeling much better",
                    Brent Laminack   ({gatech,akgua}!itm!brent)

    Love

    Streaming radiant warmth
    Sunlight I feel with closed eyes
    waking up knowing I love you.

    Dumped

    Red-hot poker centered in my mind
    Flooded eyes, jellied knees
    chest quivers, chin up
    betrayed with a kiss

    Forgeting

    Scour my brain
    overwhelming aural overload
    screaming acid dissolving
    etched memories of you

    Escape

    Thundering down the road,
    minutes ticking miles.
    Running away in laughter
    from the burn-out at my heels.

    Apathy

    Cold, grey drizzle
    makes me curl up in
    the afghan of myself
    and go to sleep.


    Remembering

    Laughter counterpoints swelling silence
    Living room memories chanting
    a rhythm marked without rests.
    The voice not heard is yours.

    Habit

    I pace the mall
    the way I've done a dozen times
    marking a measure of rhythmical regularity
    over the timeless cacophony of my life.

    Waiting

    The promise claimed,
    The terms invisibly fulfilling,
    I sit alone with Time:
    The silent ally of the patient

    Futility

    We meet by chance
    and talk of things we once
    had in common.
    Making small talk with the
    corpse of a love that died.

    Unrequited Love

    Running heart first into
    a brick wall
    Oblivious to warnings
    the same way I did.