Nathan McCool – Response to Mick Hugh’s Proper Disturbia:

I’m just gonna puke it up. All the worthless
words. The studies that didn’t mean
a fuckin thing. All the ways I was
taught to think. The shitty, remedial
lessons I learned in school
that were so pointless.

“Let’s focus on some boring writing that
says nothing, isn’t worth a damn, and most importantly… was given high praise by people
all conditioned to clamor to the classics
and the worlds of happy endings.”

My A.P. English literature
teacher was always so determined to
analyze what every poem meant.
But only in line with what the textbooks
told her it meant.
Things in my stomach still turn to rot when
I have to breathe in the words of people like that.

Our tiny little advanced placement class,
(Mostly just people who could offer
advanced payments for their A’s)
we were supposed to write our own poem
to be analyzed. A poem that fit some bullshit
rhyme scheme that I didn’t give a shit about.
But I did it anyway, cause I’m a sucker for
making a point.

And at the last minute I wrote a poem
titled “Prayer That Nothing Spills Out”.
And after the clichés and happy endings
and sad attempts to rhyme “good” with “God”, that teacher read my poem out
loud to the whole class.

And they all got to figure it out.
Take their turns at firing off assumptions about
what I really meant. Until it was determined
I wrote about all my internalized emotions
and the hopes that I never showed anyone
how much I suffer.

And when I was asked to explain my poems intent,
I told them. I proved my point about their
shit method of assuming what someone
is trying to say. And then I laughed uncontrollably
until I puked on the floor and walked out.

Because “Prayer That Nothing Spills Out”
was about anal.

 


 

[Nathan McCool is the dark lord over on Instagram at God Of Dregs.]

Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

7 thoughts on “Nathan McCool – Response to Mick Hugh’s Proper Disturbia:”

  1. This is a wonderful homage to Mick Hugh, who will write the great American novel. There are very few people I believe in more than Mick Hugh. This is a very exciting piece from Nathan McCool enormous potential and wonderful poetic sensibilities.

    Like

  2. “But only in line with what the textbooks
    told her it meant.”

    true even to this day. people still like garbage. i remember in college pouring my soul into an essay assignment, getting a B on it because ‘you have such great content, but your formatting…’

    and i was shocked. so i did a little experiment… i wrote a shitty, contrived piece of shit with perfect formatting. a soulless piece of shit.

    got an A+.

    Liked by 1 person

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