Welcome to the modern addiction
Come within the realm of subconscious nauseousness,
equipped to match your narcissistic cautiousness,
and to soothe the sarcastic subtleness of each quip
leaving your lips,
slightly hindered under the breath of the dragon,
unfolded, hindered;
with a heart beating slowly, then rapidly.
Overwhelmed with animalistic predicaments,
the curse of life, unable to express it linguistically,
nor fundamentally, barely honestly,
even to the company we keep,
the players in our theater.
"All the world's a stage,"
but Shakespeare's dead, left us poems and prose
society & suicidal tendenceies;
Romeo and Juliet, Ophelia & Hamlet
poetically proving the allure of infatuation to be both fatal
and the yet the chosen cure
"a rose by any there name would smell as sweet"
but a dead rose can dry
and last forever
My little thought here
is not an intellectual one—
merely a personal observation that echo your inspiration,
and in consideration of the feelings that are
evoked here in your work.
Like the whole of humankind we are an unfinished narrative,
that tends to favor beginnings, middles, and startling revelations.
I’ve loved, this work as it shows great perception into the human condition.
I go back to a poem I wrote fifteen years ago with similar themes.
“clone zone ( the stubborn species or something about technology - in five hundred words or less)”
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/9inety/poem/896672
peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot