Sep 03 2009

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sarah flanigan

Number 877

Posted at 4:09 pm under Poetry, about me

 

just-about-me

Sometimes it’s just
about me
Not you
or her
or him
or anyone else
just me

Just this
ten car pile-up
I call my life
Just the acid
eating away at my stomach
Just my fear
of what shit
will come tomorrow

Who said what
to whom
about what they said
to so and so
and the outfit they
wore while doing it
doesn’t hit my radar

Healthcare plans
evil politicians
The neighbor’s new
car
What I had
for dinner last night…
I got nothin’

World events
weather conditions
mating rituals of
exotic, endangered species
Not paying attention.

Because
sometimes it’s just
about me

copyright 2009

3 responses so far

3 Responses to “Number 877”

  1. dion 04 Sep 2009 at 7:27 am 1

    Hi Sweet Sarah Flannigan.

    Yes….. It’s all about you - how wonderful.
    Love Di

    hello wonderful di,
    lol - yes, all about me - peachy, eh?
    sarah

  2. Tomon 07 Sep 2009 at 6:09 am 2

    All those issues, actions, people, revolve around the beautiful planet that is You. Love that edginess of words, the street parlance chocolateyed in a poem. Oh Sarah, you make me chocolatey. :)

    :) the beautiful planet that is me, tom, you are so sweet. chocolatey is gooood, yes? thanks for reading dear.
    xo sarah

  3. Lisaon 08 Sep 2009 at 2:05 pm 3

    I love this because it’s honest and to-the-point…and you’re right - sometimes the gossip and b.s. just isn’t important!

    lol lisa,
    thanks - i’m glad somebody gets it. :lol: oh lawdy. ;)
    sarah

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