“Like a Piece of Litter Floating in the Ocean” by Matt MargoAugust 14, 2013 at 12:00 am | Posted in poem | 1 Comment
When I am woken up by the afternoon sunlight beaming through my window, sometimes I find myself lying in my bed in the same position that a corpse lies in its casket, and I think that this happens because sometimes I dream of dying and it just feels so right.
I have been listening to this album almost nonstop for the past two days:
I have always wanted to write a poem with a line consisting only of a hyperlinked URL and then self-publish that poem on the internet.
Even at my third birthday party, standing as a tiny humanlike shape among other humanlike shapes, I told all of my friends and family members that I wanted to write a poem with a line consisting only of a hyperlinked URL and then self-publish that poem on the internet.
And now I have achieved my dream at last and it just feels so right.
Hallelujah to all the dreamers of this world!
Write down your dreams so that they will still be materialized into concrete reality even if they never come true.
I write because there is nothing left to say, not because I want to say something.
If nothing else, I want this poem to serve as a personal reminder to you that nobody deserves anything from anybody and that it is okay—and likely—that you will die alone and shivering.
And yes, I have written many poems in many different styles, the only reason for my inconsistency as a poet being that I know nobody will ever care about my poetry.
Let me call you on a payphone somewhere in Indiana so that you can listen to my ghost leaving behind its machine from hundreds upon hundreds of miles away.
Let me take tomorrow’s sunset and run it through an online text scrambler and turn it into a traditional Elizabethan sonnet.