My Poetry of Four Years Ago

So, I was going through some papers in my room today and found an entire folder of poetry I wrote in my Creative Writing-Poetry class freshman year at Rutgers! All of it is like weird free-form poetry because that's what my teacher was into. A lot of it is pretty shitty, but some of it is suprisingly interesting. Anyhow, I'll be posting one of these a day until I run out of poems or feel like stopping. Remember, all of these were written BY ME four years ago. Here's todays:


Awakening to Your Dreams

In the corner of
An empty room with the lights off I watched
As Jake entered
He twitched when he met Johny
John Beamotta killed three men
Every morning while he brushed his teeth
He would sooner kill him than play rummy with him
And he would sooner play rummy with anyone
Than talk to or look at them
He took out a carrot and lit it
Jake Looked at him quizzically
"Cigarettes are cliche" said Johny
Staring into his eyes
Observing his bloody thirsty smile
His muscle pumped arms
Jake felt at home
The aroma of familiarity made Jake feel
Like he belonged somewhere
And then Johny shot him in the face