Myths of Madness

MendedFences27

Myths of Madness

 

There, out of my mind

rising aloft upon a rooftop 

flying horses of fables. 

Lying stories below in stables

needing revising 

(no tortoise or hare racing anywhere)

are these editions of mystifying myths

long-time dying

in the midst of 

ages of wisdom 

defying logic and science by

scrying crystals and 

prizing alchemy while denying

the Earth and Sun rotation 

that belies their ancient myths.

                                                                           

Ran out of my mind

chasing a steeple, a cross, and the way

craven images 

like uncovered idols sculpted 

misbehaving in positions of power 

are enslaving others

yet, their own conduct is

debasing and grotesque.

But now, they are paving

their way to prisons  

while erasing olden fears of dishonor

waiving the blame

and putting it waving

on the front pages destroying

the daily myths.

 

Cut out from my mind 

disturbed in a house of too many Gables

in a suit from too many Taylors

in a desert without any Wells

at a party without a Garland

and a tender peck with no Ginger

for an academy Dean driven out West

on a Grant of land in need of a Gardner

in a Temple in need of a Chaplin

where stars have lost it all

Munroe/Davis/Loren/Bacall.

Now, A.I. has changed

the way  they make all

their modern moving myths.

  • Author: MendedFences27 (Online Online)
  • Published: July 5th, 2025 21:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: An oldie resurrected.
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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