Final Project Progress 2

So I have been working on the story/ poem that I have wanted to use for this project. I have narrowed it down to a poems that I have written. There is some language that in the process of making it I will change but as of right now I’m leaving it there for the moment. I’m thinking that I will try to tell this poem as a whole in all the four mediums. I’m going to use writing which is here right now but I’ll put it in a different post next week sometime. I will use photos to tell it by  showing the main parts of the poem. I will use audio by reading the poem and adding sound effects to it. I will use video to create a video of what happens in the poem.

POEM


 

Late

By: Kim Sealock

 

Ba Beep Ba Beeep.

An annoying buzz growing louder each minute.

Sleepy eyes peer into the dark basement room toward the obsessive beeping.

Barely making out the 7:32 before jutting up.

“Fuck”

Racing around like the Flash, hoping to make good time.

Pajamas float to the floor like time had stood still,

pants are hopped on while racing to find a t-shirt.

Socks come next then shoes both put on while trying to get to the next place.

First t-shirt that is grabbed gets thrown on.

Throwing books into book bag,

trying to make a sandwich for lunch which ends up being bread with mustard on it

with Turkey, cheese and a pickle just thrown into the same bag to be constructed later.

Running military style with a 20lb book bag to the truck.

“This fucking key never works.”

Trying to unlock a lock that like to stick.

“Finally.”

Throwing everything into the front passenger seat.

Hopping into the driver’s seat. Searching for the pill.

“Fuck”

Running like a marathon runner back into the house to quickly grab it off the counter.

“Cat get out of the house.”

Is shouted to the oblivious cat who peeks around the door.

Trying to sprint back to the truck with a cat weaving figure eights under foot.

Starts the engine, races like the Duke Brothers down a gravel road wishing it was the General Lee.

Finally on the road.

“It’s not that late.”

Now finally calm from the hectic race against the clock.

“Fuck I forgot to brush my teeth.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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