‘Twas my speaker, not me. 07.14.21
‘Twas my speaker, not me. 07.14.21
I am wretched
spastic in time
visions zoom and swoop
I am not alleviated of guilt
I am a burden of my own burdening
Knocked to the hard ground
concrete bloodied
pieces of knuckles, jaws
scattered about
detritus of a coming war
spastic in time
visions sink, exhaled
a finale, last breath
I am not alleviated of guilt
I will not profess my own burdening
Seamless lips, faulted
refusing to admit witness
slammed with responsibility
reaping, weeping, false confession
but a word, treason, is not spoken
and the clouds do not lift
visions sink, heavy, inhaled
as poison, saddled, trained
a whistle blows, heard for miles
you know it’s gone —
a train of burden
You ought to have seen this coming
hisses a Voice outta dark
whispers like old wheels
grinding to a halt on a rusted track
(obligation bearing back)
And if I did?
words evaporated, arisen from
a vibrating box,
moved by mind
And remain ignorantly attached?
But why!
— surprise in the Voice
silence
Addiction to the merry-go-round
of burden,
the colours, the depths of pain
the highs of lows
the energy, vibrating
words, vibrating
endowed with mind-meaning
and mind-made-up
The Voice can see what
lack of service lacks
and stops. shocked —
disappears, abandoning
Please! I laugh
Please! I laugh
and laugh
the suffering of mediocrity
may force descent
into obscurity
creating happiness
in lack a simplicity
now tempting
soothing
a balm for chaos
out of reach
while chasing fame’s
firefly light — too brief
but that’s all he had
no eyes on me
and false transcendence
on his teeth
a crooked smile
that sucked you in,
that devilish grin
and the way with words
and pen
maddening
my own seeds
of frustration
anger
ripening
never free
until the causes
are purified: undo
unhappiness-to-be
enter —
the space and freedom
of mediocrity