Advertisements

Crashing Again

The onslaught begins slowly with a rush.

Speckles of pepper litter my blue view.

Giant, wide, metal plates slice gently

Above the eyes deep inside like piranhas.

The plates gain weight slowly  pressing eyes

To the throat on their way to unbearable.

 

Anticipation of the fucked up

Mind with nothing made for good.

The fucked up darkness and hate.

The functionless body of trash.

 

All humans get mean –

They run me over.

All of the world is a

Roman coliseum, and I,

A stupid mouse.

 

Forgetting my medicine,

Without medicine,

I could go away

Forever in a

Tall square

With a pin head of light

At the top.

 

But I pop the pills

That don’t work

But keep me “free.”

The ones the doctors love.

This too shall pass

Long after I have surrendered.

 

Advertisements

, , , ,

  1. #1 by Evelyn on January 6, 2011 - 9:24 pm

    “Forgetting my medicine,

    Without medicine,

    I could go away

    Forever in a

    Tall square

    With a pin head of light

    At the top.”

    this stanza is a poem all by itself…

    I really like it

    • #2 by Carl on January 6, 2011 - 10:35 pm

      Thank you, Evelyn. I’m grateful for your comment!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: