Erin Corcoran's Multimedia Project

1. ODE TO HIPSTER D-BAG
Erin Corcoran

2. As if I were a story in the making, awaiting to be published
prepared but hardly complete

3. Vernal, disillusioned, a proprietor of punk

4. Clutching onto free thought as only aspiration

5. I, a sloth-kid, slouched

6. Taking a life for granted, unknowingly mine.

7. Day flowed to night to week to month

8. And gazed with vacant, glazing retina at the horizon

9. Past the horizons of mountains, a place further than a navigator
could wish to discover

10. Hardly seeing, hypnotized to a pocket watch, lost in reverie

11. Of one as disillusioned as I

12. Sporting Pistols garb, the patches

13. Furthermore shirts made in your bedroom, late night, scissors in
hand

14. And fingers even more hypnotizing, crunching power chords on
a Gibson

15. Two years, three months tardy
You slouched, unforeseen, into
Through, and out of my life
Quicker than a Strung Out seven-inch.

16. The sloth-kid inside
Mourned the fragment of the moment you would never be a part of
And gazed with vacant, glazing retinas
At the far-off horizons of the mountains, that were ever-so-slightly soured.
Not seeing, but lost in reverie
Of the one as disillusioned as she
who sported Pistols garb, the patches
Furthermore, shirts made in the bedroom, late-night, scissors in hand
Crunched power chords on a Gibson ES 339
And evolved beyond that (that was nothing more than a lumpy coal of a)
horizon.