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    Oh, for Nothing
    Oh, for Nothing
    Oh, for Nothing
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    Oh, for Nothing

    By Jesse Bodley

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    Oh, for Nothing is a collection of poems inspired by alcoholism and clinical depression.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJesse Bodley
    Release dateMar 12, 2024
    ISBN9798224768165
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      Oh, for Nothing - Jesse Bodley

      Copyright © 2024 by Jesse R. Bodley

      All rights reserved.

      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

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