Take Me to a Forest

Smoked by disciples,
holy and blessed by blood,
they see my vital liquids, keep chewing,
mirroring, growing my hopelessness.

Smart enough to know I am gone forever.
Why is just north of middle, done?
Games aren’t over until the “Final Whistle.”
But my game, not friendly, is to the death.

You’ve taught me how to survive my day,
but not how to survive my life.
I am surrounded by meaningless self-importance,
crushing any will to live.

Then there are vehicles everywhere.
I’d rather see horses.
Everyone off to one pointless destination
after another.

Maybe someone is off to see a lover.
But is that not pointless too?

I am longing for lack of consciousness,
something to push away my awareness,
something that will not blacken my spirit.

Take me to a forest.
Let me be lost,
lost for the second half,
blasted by things,
things that are not consumed.



I don’t know if there is any more room one One Shot Wednesday, but I’d like to put this piece in, here on Tuesday. Go check out all of the fine work linked on the post.


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  1. #1 by screen_scribbla on April 5, 2011 - 12:56 pm

    That more of us would feel the same way and act on it.

    • #2 by Carl on April 5, 2011 - 10:59 pm

      Yes. Acting on it is harder than it should be.

  2. #3 by carldagostino on April 5, 2011 - 2:00 pm

    Nope. “Rage,rage against the dying of the light…..”( Dillon Thomas).

    • #4 by Carl on April 5, 2011 - 10:57 pm

      Thomas is wonderful. I cannot rage all of the time though. I get too wound up.

  3. #5 by liv2write2day on April 5, 2011 - 2:55 pm

    Wow, Carl. Good thing we only have to survive a day at a time!

    • #6 by Carl on April 5, 2011 - 10:56 pm

      Yes, yes! We need to stay focused on that one day too. It seems to work out one day at a time.

  4. #7 by Evelyn on April 5, 2011 - 8:59 pm

    “Take me to a forest.
    Let me be lost,
    lost for the second half,
    blasted by things,
    things that are not consumed.”
    amazing, all by itself.

    • #8 by Carl on April 5, 2011 - 10:54 pm

      Thank you. I need to keep working on those exercises where I write it out freely and cut majority of lines. Lay it down and then cut the slow stuff.

  5. #9 by brian on April 6, 2011 - 5:52 am

    nice carl….i am rather fond of the forest myself…i retreat there in for solitude….by things that arent consumed…nice…great little social commentary…

    • #10 by Carl on April 6, 2011 - 10:46 pm

      Thanks so much for your comment, Brian.

  6. #11 by Jannie Funster on April 6, 2011 - 12:42 pm

    I’d rather see horses too.

    And carriages drawn along paths in still woods.

    You are very talented — my pleasure to be here via OneStopPoetry, initiate me.

    • #12 by Carl on April 6, 2011 - 10:47 pm

      Thank you, Jannie. I appreciate your comment. I enjoyed a visit to your blog and will be back.

  7. #13 by Eric on April 6, 2011 - 2:36 pm

    Sometimes getting lost is the best way to find oneself. Nice piece, Carl!

    • #14 by Carl on April 6, 2011 - 10:47 pm

      Thank you, Eric.

  8. #15 by dustus on April 6, 2011 - 4:49 pm

    “I’d rather see horses” And there through all the pointlessness lies an inclination to enjoyment. Heartfelt writing that rings true of despair, as well as the beginnings of change.

    • #16 by Carl on April 6, 2011 - 10:48 pm

      Thank you, Adam. I appreciate your comment.

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