Sunday, October 31, 2010


I need a spoon...
to scoop out
this mess in my head.
And a bowl...
for my soul,
cause it's dark and it's dead.
Just a drill...
for the thrill,
do the trick...
'cause I'm fucked up,
and crazy...
and twisted as shit.
A nailgun maybe...
so I do it right...
although it
is messy
and might take all night.
A glue gun is better
to fix up
my head..
and fill up those holes
from words...left unsaid.


  1. A truly odd and fun poem that all at once seems to capture many folks and their mental struggles. THank you for sharing it. Copperhead as an FYI I was unable to email you back becuase it keeps getting kicked back but Thank you fro joining Poets United and we look forward to reading more of your work. We have added you to the blogroll and a group so check back often as you never know you could be seen there somewhere.

  2. Copperhead,
    I have found you via Poets United.

    Your poem is loaded with very strong emotion and honesty. All well expressed in your words...

    Best wishes and welcome to Poets United,
    Eileen :)

  3. Poets United,

    Thanks. Just a poetic attempt at levity from frustration. I added another email-, I should be reachable at that address. I have been having some trouble activating links, so thank you for the heads up on the problem. I will definitely we very active on this blog, so keep checking in. Thanks again!


  4. Eileen,

    Strong emotion, strong words, strong feelings and always honest writing. Thank you!