Oh, for Nothing
By Jesse Bodley
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Oh, for Nothing is a collection of poems inspired by alcoholism and clinical depression.
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Oh, for Nothing - Jesse Bodley
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Table of Contents
Lacey Girl
One Euthanization
Lucky Dogs
To Never Wake Up
Bullet Points
Failed Bohemians
Existential Conclusions
The Sepulchral Ruins
Change
Conniption Fit
Perception
If Not For Her
Breathless Song
Alone In Winter
Only Now We See
Security
Arc
Always A Remainder
Why Do I Do This To Myself
Smile Insanity
Failure In Life
Sunset Deicide
Transmigration Of Souls
Relapse
Left
Predestination
Adieu
The Good Wolf
Sewing Room
Isolation And Alienation
A Summertime Dream
Plaster Of Paris
Karmic Cruelty
Mirror Monster
Low And Limerent
Can’t Rely
Death Rattles
LSD Day
Elegance
If You’re There
The Gods Are Unconcerned
All The World Lost
Complex
Who Am I Kidding
Babble
Anathema
Insecurity
Delusions
Renewal
Things Which Do Not Matter
Best To Have A Friend
Regret
Personal History
This Thing Is Understanding
Freeform
Mayday
Vulnerable
Routine Digression
Hair Trigger
Bummer
Note
Depression
When I’m Dying
Sadnesses
Satellite Sunlight
The Real Me
Lost Face
Now, Then
Corpses And Dinners
The Miscarriage That Is My Life
Whatever
Strange Bird
The Cold Is Warm
Beyond Origin
The Only Thing Worse Than Poetry
I Don’t Get To Be A Person
Cliche
Make Your Bed And Lie In It
The Very Same
Anomie
Lacey Girl
As a child, I was free only among the trees, where I
walked a wooded trail—in chase of my dog’s tail.
She led as she wagged and waited if I lagged—behind,
to heel beside me with the patience of a lab.
I’d heed her front paw lift up and point with her nose
as she straightened her tail—and listened for the danger
which waited round the trail. ‘Til she was sure, as nature
is so pure, our souls should continue—sail our bodies
down the trail. Across gated pastures where cattle grazed,
to meadows, swamps, and a creek of sweet water, where
we were raised. There in the meadows, we would smell
and pick the flowers—to take with us to the swamp, and
drop as we would count the hours. And by and by, we ran
along the creek—so high, and a current raged below the
surface, which reflected not only the blue sky, but a boy
and his dog, who both could fly.
One Euthanization
How old you are, now
—and still I see a pup.
How gray you are; a
last sip you take, from
the supple cup. Now, so
feeble, decrepit and senile.
I remember you, then,
teething on my shoe laces,
my Lacey Girl. Darlin’, we
were children together, crated
in our indifference to the world.
I saw you read my unspoken
words. You heeled to my side;
you felt my dirge. We went for
a ride; I felt us merge. Our heart
is a tide; our soul is a surge.
Lucky Dogs
It must be better not to know;
there is nowhere to