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Living like creeping mice
In the walls of your house
Just to have a nice space-
Pestering neighbors piercing
Presence thru the cold wind.
What lies beyond the blinds?
Hunched over hermit sighs..
If you care then here you go,
Or if you don’t give two shits,
I hereby venture to share
That things are coming along...
Consistency in the daylong
Efforts of being a standing man
Of society and all its plans.
Is it ever worth it to activate
The particles of being great?
Got a bit in the bank and still
I make it a thing to capture
A few souls’ satisfaction in line
With the merry mess of me.
My poets my friends just look
Into yourself and ye forsook
To the stormy catacombs of
Immediate copyright create.
Downing six packs of strong beer
And ultimately smoking too much,
Pharmaceuticals of a plethora,
Screeching "Starvation Nation!"
I can feel myself diminishing..
Not a minute goes by that I don’t
Sense the stress of a slow death-
She told me she is a creature of habit,
Hopping around like seductress rabbit
From the beginning and end of earth-
All these words I rehearse are a curse,
Drowning in the depths of the ocean..
when the last hourglass
when the last hourglass grain of sand
drops, and life in one body is finished
the soul either takes a new human body
or is so advanced he or she merges in God
.. very rarely very bad people come back
as other mammals..
"What lies beyond the
"What lies beyond the blinds?"
You know exactly how to conjure a mood, seize the reader's attention and not let go. I love your sardonic attitude on meeting the expectations of a crass society to be a "standing man" and your unflinching, achingly honest description of "the slow death".
"I feel myself diminishing"
So much in that line. How well I know that place.
Another powerful exhibit of your rare talent.
This is a very well crafted
This is a very well crafted poem, and intensely eerie, but those last two stanzas really accelerate the emotional effect. You bring the combination of imagery and concept to a high level that seizes the reader's attention right to the final word.
Starward