Monday, April 17, 2023

The World-weary Blues ~ Monday, April 17, 2023

So, I decided
to disappear for a while
hope you don't mind, bye

obviously, though
I've decided not to post
this message online

I give up, unheard
unwelcome, why fight a stream
the river is strong

denial, a hard game
to come to grips with your role
in the play, the pie

eventually sliced
gets eaten by those who can
for those who can't, won't

ciphers, enigmas
coded texts as metaphors
analogies vine

insidiously
up walls to the balcony
to climb them is wrong

demonstrate concern
care and consideration
kindness is a lie

evidently, time
devours the children of God
mythology don't

differentiate
between bad, evil, ugly
and good elements

touch the wall at night
we were told what's right from wrong
but some don't listen

obey the police
until you meet the wrong ones
without any sense

did I state my plan
to disappear in plain sight
in the world of men

if I'm successful
no one will ever notice
I left, as a spy

social butterfly
travels person to person
gathering nectar

at lunch in high school
I spent my time not eating
but meeting new friends

pray to no avail
the future lost in my past
my actions entail

predestination
pre-existing conditions
shape the line vector

envelope this life
in a box with other lives
other envelopes

archaic thinking
about present conditions
a mirror to cleanse

rust and dust reside
until someone scrubs away
the filth in detail

forget not the past
soak it all in, remember
to break the mold cast

osteoblasts heal
bones broken or damaged, build
new cells in the hope

reminiscent, cells
build the skeleton again
the frame for body

as I decided
today, to leave behind past
as past to present

within each present
moment what I have become
to disembody

haunted frames of thought
terrified by the trauma
a spiral descent

in the inferno
the mouth devours ignorance
where nothing can last

liberated thought
poetic experience
a visceral cleanse

enter the body
explore with each breath the force
as to be alive

harness the collar
with the hames to haul and plough
to breathe and do work

operate the eyes
diminished capacity
to see without lens

pull in my focus
to a votive candle flame
as a memory

enjoy the moment
half-starving, out of my mind
I found the beehive

yes, I saw below
myself in a group meeting
where I once did lurk

over and above
my first, initial insight
the nature of light

understanding guides
as a staff for the trauma
as a treasury

dip my tiny foot
bracingly in cold water
a slap in the face

old ideas awake
the imaginary thought
I forsake for good

needless and pointless
suffering throughout the world
this is not the case

transcend a vessel
as emptiness within form
this is not real wood

mind the uncarved block
dogs play without consciousness
happy out of spite

if I disappear
you may not even notice
I become shadow

nothing but darkness
within natural sunlight
I died as a child

death becomes a boy
tortured, insignificant
worthless as a corpse

but I won't post this
so, you will never read it
the captain gone wild

yes, slightly berserk
madness, the world-weary blues
wisdom, as love warps

exit signs on fire
the plasma of Zanzala
consumes Chicago

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