Retro Poetry Intro: I wrote the following poem at the age of 15 for Poetry Book #6 – March 1991 – “Departure.” At the time I was suffering with testicular cancer and was also coming to grips with my hidden, secret sexuality. I also hadn’t been to regular school in a while and was missing my friends, suffering and poor at the time, too. I would often wake up in the middle of the night to no electricity or heat in 30 degree winters. I slept in a walk in closet. All I had was my poetry book and a candle, surrounded by heaps of clothes, agonizing about my grandmother’s death 8 years prior. Here is poem #1178 written on March 21, 1991. Enjoy the madness! -BB
I am a dispenser
dispensing little sicknesses
I have no antibodies
no outerbodies
no soul at all
I wish I did
I really wish, all the time
but my soul self was burnt
at the age of 9
when she died
and I’ve cried
ever since I was mine.
been on my own
holding in my sickness
acting so false
but now
I dispense
I dispense suspense
and since all of me is coming out now
at once
you see it all
and are so amazed, but I am not just a crazed maniac…
3-21-91 12:48 am bb.
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