On a daily basis, I tie my shoe laces
Then I go to the fishing spot
The lintel shines through when the sky grows dark
But the sun's lobes were never seen
I fall over my clouded acumen, uttering jargon
I'm a sponge absorbing information
I'm red with regret, spinning out of control
Down a rabbit hole
Ipso facto
I'm fucked, a lame duck, cock stiff
Wood pulp
I don't believe your bullshit
Ancient history written on papyrus
I have a mind of my own
Yes, it's true
Auf Wiedersehen Sie
Auf Wiedersehen, Auf Wiedersehen now
I'm lumbering on barren ground
Beetle-browed, still figuring shit out
Aimlessly dashing down my current thoughts
I'm ill-starred, wayward
Dwelling on so on and so on
At night I gaze at the stars
I succumb to temptation
The ice is thawing
What's happening to me?
I never seem to learn my lesson
I make impulsive decisions
I live for the moments of radio static
Sure, I have no more room for Gaelic
Doing cartwheels
I don't know what's real and fake
Going down memory lane
I'm asphyxiating from the sheer pain
As rays of sunshine glitter
I gloss over the gospel truth
I've been interrupted by a hullabaloo
The elephant in the room, a gallus taboo
One too many times I've spent months in a surreal dream
Devising art, in Sheol, the winds whistle
I listen to the drizzle
I stop in my tracks at the death knell
Whilst I swell with an army of khaki emotions
I've frozen, again, thinking il y a plus à la vie
Once I was over the moon with joie de vivre
Now I'm lost without an itinerary.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A wild ride through what seems to be a young man or woman on the trail of youth, and self discovery. A powerful write, and a good read. Nice.
Appreciate ur comment. This poem is actually autobiographical and I'm a boy by the way.
Oh, yeah I was just saying that it could be either or, wasn't guessing your gender, lol. That would be rude of me.
Cool. Was just clarifying in case you were unsure and didn't want to speculate (since I'm quite ambiguous anyway and some people have thought I was a girl in the past because I have longish hair I guess?), so you just said man or woman as if not to offend me. Not that I'm too fussed. Hope my comment didn't come off like I was being blunt or defensive. Also, since I'd like to think anyone could maybe relate to certain aspects of my poetry regardless of their sex or however confessional and personal it is to me.
Very much understood. Clarity is a great thing. Better to be clear than confused. And no, you didn't seem blunt or defensive, not at all. All is well, my man.
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