Angst in my pants
It has been pointed out to me that starting Monday, and continuing until April Fools Day, it is Angsty, Hopeless, Teenage Poetry Week 2006.
So I dug out one of my handful of high school notebooks and am bracing myself for inflicting some of the dreck contained within on you, the unsuspecting reader.
The above notebook is actually an old handy dandy Department of Indian Affairs and Northern Development Canada Field Note-Book, which came complete with graph paper pages and a little loop to put your pencil in. Wish I'd stolen more of them when my dad worked for Parks Canada.
As a sneak preview, here is a little inscription I found just inside the cover:
The omnipresent red book
Contains all that lies within
From all our greatest pleasure
To all our earthly sin
Sometimes there is no difference
As some have lived to tell
Because their inner destiny
Becomes their secret hell
Oh good lord, what have I unleashed...?