My Mind, Off in a Lonely Field, Looking for Sharp Pebbles

The mind’s forces are not
sanitized with clarity. Drag

cheap shoes over grated
cement. Plead as the sick /

weakness / is desire to get
wasted. Strength is getting

beaten by a world that doesn’t
see how much the beatings

hurt, and staying with
the world / the world of the

others. The mind presents
these worthless

existential questions. Why
can’t I get wasted? Why

can’t I hide?

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  1. #1 by Carl D'Agostino on September 5, 2013 - 5:35 pm

    Hiding lessons our chances of survival. Taking a break from the world now and then may seem refreshing but it often transforms from a break to a life style. For me a few hours at the beach, a picnic lunch at the park or a mere sunrise bring some mini relief.

    • #2 by Carl on September 12, 2013 - 6:28 am

      Your wisdom is true to form, Carl. thanks for commenting.

  2. #3 by Find an Outlet on September 6, 2013 - 3:58 pm

    My world is small but for massive amounts of nonfiction. Sometimes I hold the reading responsible. If this is the world I don’t want it. They say it’s wrong, unhealthy, demoralizing, but sometimes I see retreat as the only chance of survival. Don’t argue, don’t join, don’t reveal. When I once did these things my existential questions were only met with impatience, pity, or lack of interest anyway.

    • #4 by Carl on September 12, 2013 - 6:30 am

      Thank you for this reflection. I can identify with what you’re saying, and you’re helping me learn.

  3. #5 by Carl D'Agostino on September 8, 2013 - 4:46 am

    Liked “sharp pebbles”. I don’t know what they are called but use similar all the time like dry tears, quiet storm, silent roar.

    • #6 by Carl on September 12, 2013 - 6:32 am

      By definition, I suppose they are oxymorons, but these aren’t the same as what people normally think of when they think oxymoron. Thanks for the comment.

  4. #7 by clinock on September 9, 2013 - 4:37 am

    No answers but you transport me there – to that lonely field and i find the ‘sharp pebbles’ in your words – and they gleam in the rain…

    • #8 by Carl on September 12, 2013 - 6:33 am

      John, thank you for this comment. I appreciate your kindness.

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