Infernal racket above
bowling balls ensnared in a trap
let loose a thousand times a second
in a bound of thunderous claps
with the orgasmic frequency
of a jack rabbit,
of mixing a paint can.
this place is noisy but not too bad,
I have a brick patio
and a little plant by
the kitchen window.
Maybe I've made the Gods angry
with too much change
too fast
they used to know how to control me,
keep me running in place for them
dancing like a ballerina,
like a court jester
on top
of a shimmering needle
with no where to go.
slicing off strands of my life
one fading smile
after another.
Now I live how I want
no regrets.
others hate it.
they don't understand
not wanting to have that job
they say be like me
I say never,
over my dead body,
ignoring
that most parts of me
are dead already.
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Author:
Justin Edse (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 26th, 2022 15:29
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Comments1
I like this a lot and can relate to most of it, although it would be invidious to highlight any particular part; I'll keep with the whole at this point.
I hope you stay on and give us more....
Hey Doggerel,
Thanks very much for your kind words, its greatly appreciated! This community seems like a very inspirational space.
-Justin
Definitely can be. And your activity here shows you as willing to read and comment on other's work which is key to a constructive time here.
Dave
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