Tristan Robert Lange
UP IN SMOKE AGAIN WITHOUT REASON
Undertow of an unravelling utopic dream that
Persists in sucking me downward and spitting me up.
Indefinitely stuck in a torture chamber of my own demise,
Never being able to escape the thumb screw torment.
Smoking, toking the black vapor that others have been
Misting and mouth-ejecting very violently
Onto my sullied, seared, sun-weary soul,
Kindling, once again, the need for
Emergent yet elusive escape.
Another attempt to find my
Gratitude for glum, gloomy
Attitudes thrown at me in
Irreversible disdain for my
Never-ending self-sacrifice,
Without ever making
Inherently reasonable,
Totally understandable,
Hardly deniable sense.
Ontological otherness
Unleashes the useless
Temptations to hide.
Regret reels within
Existential tragedy
Abhorrently abetted,
Shockingly, by people
Only ever obfuscating
Naked-truth narratives.
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