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    Music To Drown To
    Music To Drown To
    Music To Drown To
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    Music To Drown To

    By Elisha Shumaker

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    "Music to Drown to" is the third poetry collection to be released by Elisha Shumaker, following her previous works, "Chaos & Murder" and "Falling Asleep Alone".

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherElisha Shumaker
    Release dateJan 3, 2013
    ISBN9781301402212
    Music To Drown To
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    Elisha Shumaker

    Eli Shumaker was born and raised in Upstate New York. He is equipped with a soul that feeds on adventure. Eli appreciates the finer things in life, such as sunshine, well crafted beer and coffee. Eli currently resides in Pittsburgh, PA.

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      Music To Drown To - Elisha Shumaker

      Music To Drown To

      Elisha Shumaker

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright 2013 Elisha Shumaker

      Artwork by Elisha Shumaker

      Photo Source: Tom Nebel, US Fish and Wildlife Service

      More work by this author available at A Poet’s Tree House

      Smashwords Edition License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Boredom

      I would run to my mother's room,

      Where she lay in her bed,

      Reading another smutty book

      Some typical hunky man

      Giving it to some cock hungry bitch.

      I would report my boredom

      And she would inevitably reply

      That only those who were boring

      Become bored.

      The idea of being a boring person

      Disgusted me,

      So I will rarely say,

      That I am bored.

      Managing to not be bored

      Can be a difficult thing

      In a world of shimmering lack luster

      So after hours of reading

      Hours of solitaire

      Some wins, some losses

      Losing interest in music

      Despising the emptiness

      Of the over information

      Spewing forth from the internet

      Smoking cigarette after needless

      Cigarette, down to the filter;

      Not because I need it,

      Because I need it,

      I decide that the rest of

      My second pot of coffee

      Can wait until morning,

      My first cup stale, but ready

      Ready and waiting.

      I draw a bath,

      Decrease the ratio

      Of hot to cold,

      And I sit, quiet

      And I ruminate,

      And I marinate,

      Squeeze a little shampoo

      Into my wrinkled palm

      It's pink,

      And I wonder why.

      Because I am a woman

      And women are to like the color

      Because it is the color of their pussies.

      Against the dark of the still

      Bathroom night,

      An albino spider crawls

      Up and down again

      In the streetlight

      That is impeded by

      Frosted glass

      I start to think of

      Grover.

      Furry lovable old Grover.

      The monster at the end of the book

      The monster we're all approaching,

      That we can't stop going towards,

      That is closer with every step,

      Every turn of the page,

      That

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