Getting there,
after those once wicked laughs
became remembered by
pleasantly infectious sounds,
much like the tingle of aluminum bellsto the roar of a lion.
Familiarity makes me smile,
yet makes the corners of my mouth twitch
with an illusion of annoyance,
for I fear I’ve picked up
too many bad habits of my friends;
such as flailing my hands too much,
at some point during every minute,
of every day.
Words have become infallible,
often making me ponder what
the english dictionary will look like in ten years,
be included?
Will the word “sick” change it’s literal meaning?
Those wicked laughs,
now make me laugh happily,
as I get asked the strangest questions
about reality t.v. and tanning,
Yet a question that I oddly get asked often,
that really shows how far humanity has come;
"Why haven’t you gone on Facebook since November?"
I really like the first two stanza's. The last bit about "picking up too many bad habits of my friends" was thought provoking. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat I don't understand though, is where the connection is between those first two stanza's and the rest of the poem. I mean, I understand when I go back and reread it, but it seems a little fragmented. I would add something to the beginning of the third stanza to smooth the transition. Does that make sense?
The first word of the fourth stanza needs to be capitalized.
Nice poem.