Thursday’s Poem – Holiday Blues

Holiday Blues

The days are now getting longer.

There is something to these,
the holiday blues.
I don’t think
it has much of anything
to do with Christmas,
or anything else
terribly recent
in mankind’s
societal development.

Short days will simply
fuck with your head.
The depression,
the desperation,
the darkness

It swallows you whole.

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

4 thoughts on “Thursday’s Poem – Holiday Blues

  1. this is a bullshit poem if i’ve ever read one. Just because you take a perfectly good paragraph and chop it up into little bits, and spread it down the left side of the page like some fancy port-wine-almond-chipotle-reduction-sauce does not make it a poem. it reminds me of an overpriced pretentious entree at a restaurant that doesn’t put prices on the menu. this is a potential waste of paper, and i thank the lord that you are not printing this shit. if you were, i’d be drawing pictures of you getting roto-rooted by e.e. cummings in the margins, as there’d be plenty of room.

  2. “I’m glad you liked it, SnakeHawk. I’ll try to write the next one about you.”

    Just take his perfectly great paragraph and chop it up in to little bits….

    That will save a tree…..and 50 billion of your brain cells.

    Just saying.

  3. i love you jonny. i’m inches from busting out of this cubicle and heading for the High Life, and in a much better mood now. sorry for putting my balls in your teacup. have a great weekend.