I am a custodian and tutor in Fremont, Nebraska. I have been a hotel supervisor, phlebotomist, editorial assistant, farmhand, busboy, pizza-maker, and volunteer comedian to everyone in my life. I've published poems in The Lyric, Skidrow Penthouse, and Shot Glass Journal. I don't have a book out and don't know how to go about doing that.
This Is A Test, Variation #5
This is my life that leaks from this pen. It
Is only one life, out of so many, but it has
A mountain to say. It thinks its existence is a
Test, and it hates that, toiling away for one hour
Of happiness-- now, or in twenty years, before
The body is stuffed with chemicals. It's not an
Emergency anymore, to be content, to this small life
Broadcasting the throbbing signals of a nervous
System tired of its nerves, on a frequency few hear.
This is my life, that writes away till it
Is done being angry, but that will never be. If
Only it would listen to me, I'd help it find
A reason to go on, and maybe rest, for my life isn't a
Test, though I grade it, and other lives, so harshly.
© 2017 Marc Darnell
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