My dog ate my keyboard

Sorry for my extended absences. I tend to fixate on things: this blog, for a while, and now a programming project. I'm going to try to work on dividing my focus better. I shall not neglect my three readers any longer!

To make up for it, or perhaps to further increase your suffering, here's a bad poem I wrote a year or so ago. I'm not a great poet, or even a good one, but I'd like to be. Anyhoo, here it is:

I imploded
I was pushed into myself
In spectacular fashion
On the journey inwards I saw
Emotions personified
I saw my fear
He was wet, shivering
Kneeling over a blue child
Hands on the still chest
Mouth on the cold lips
Praying to a silent God
Paramedics running
So he stood up guiltily
Don’t stop, they shouted
As he knelt back down
He started to cry
I saw my misery
He was an empty pit
His mother in the corner
Recently diagnosed
Sitting knees to chest
Rocking autistically
Frantic with tears
Because his father
Had confessed again
So he drank alone
Until he fell from his chair
And broke his rib
I saw my fury
He was laughing, hot
Sitting in a smoky pub
His best friend burst in
Sobbing, shirt ripped
A guy pulling her arm
He approached him
And started hitting
But couldn’t stop
People dragged him away
I saw my lust
He was lying with a stranger
He knew so well
Knee between her legs
Watching her react
Raw animal moves
Intoxicated him
In this foreign home
She is the one
Who made me implode
Pushed me into myself
In spectacular fashion
I want her here
For the journey back out
She is my explosion