aged verses

Recent posts by my friend "Pallid" got me thinking about dusting off some of my old poetry, which I used to scribble down with some frequency. My early love of music got me writing the lyrics to bad unrequited love songs during grade school, then I moved on to the middle school protest phase when I started to see a world outside my own, and high school was likely my most furtive and stream of consciousness period. One of my girlfriends at the time was a brilliant, young poet well-deserving to be published, and quite an inspiration.

So, without further ado, I will begin with the origin of my on-line handle:

static eclecticism (november '98)

brightly

lit

room

of

frozen

energy

flowing into

a discourse

of unrequited

presence

peering through

jar lidded

slightly subtle

balls of crumbling

humored

essence

spent

righteous arms

of a babbling, babbling

rumbling

dot (.)

Even though it may seem like a lot of jibberish, it actually is a statement on something specific, but I will leave it open to interpretation.