NaPoWriMo Day 19 - A Bad Poem

This morning's prompt on The Poetry School website was towrite a bad poem. Luckily I have years of experience to draw from.

A complete list of the themes covered in my poems between the years 2007 – 2010

Boys

always boys

suggesting not one

had yet made it to puberty

wine

red wine

drunk in a capacity to worry my mother.

Good.

Dark streets

lonely hours

sleepless nights

usually spent inexplicably naked

tequila

smoking

smoking

smoking

smoking

sex

but only metaphorically

just in case my mother was reading.

My feelings.

An exhaustive exploration

of my sadness

my loneliness

my melancholy sorrow

all the nights I’d lie awake and think of

you

you

you

you

my direct address

as subtle as a Facebook status

aimed at ‘some people’

and then,

because I was at university now,

I’d compare my

drunk, sad, naked self

to the last falling petal

of a dying rose.