Matter Turns Black

A Stage Play by Davidgeo

Why I'm me and maybe kinda inherently mean?

Rose cheeks

Pretty faces

Undeniable

<grace>

Empty seats

Idiot spaces

Advertise-able

Mistakes steep

Desperate places

Indefinable

Mine, all yours

It's me! Maybe us...

Maybe ours

The idiot feats

Complete and full of

<me>

I live alone with all manner of vice

Only constantly pretending

(I am a king)

(and)

With a touch of strange

(then)

A drop of hell

!Shut your mouth Mr King

I rule this domain!

(f*****g story tellers.... ugh)

Without prose

Sans a purpose

I still reign over this circus

I'm THE anomaly you never wanted

Still don't want

Your living, breathing

Talking abortion

.................................

But so very much not really

I have no real idea

Of the disgusting feats

The bad taste

Those dirty plays?

It's kinda silly....

Still I'm game

Never wasn't

The furthest push

That enters your mind

The things

That they say;

That no one else can find.

/though they do/

(even most of the time)

When we look

Everybody looks

For somebody

And so they, them, and the other keep looking

Until that last lad standing.

For me, perhaps you (in white lace)

So sad for you.... if that's the case

By then however

I hoped to have kilt

U Me self... mate

As you're supposed to be

As it will most likely

F*****g always be

(I don't die)

So,

How else will I dance on your grave?

As you lie without a fight.

(I don't die)

Though

I'll make us a slide show...

To show you in hell

Fuckface..... it's a gift

Though I hope you get aids

From my handshake

then I'm off! To maybe polish your sister

Less likely.

More likely<

To fight the good fight

That thing you wish you could see

You know, that idiotic reason

Why you watch that TV...

All that horseshit manufactured

Tragedy//so tender

To the window to the wall

Entertainment cuts the deepest.

So they say...

I wouldn't really know

I'm just here to wing it

Fill a trouser wet some pants...

If you can take it.

We edit because we are perfect....

© 2016 Davidgeo

Author's Note

Stephen King's "Dark Tower" epic influenced this heavily. One book in particular. I'll give you a buffalo nickel if you can tell me which one....

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TL Boehm

Wow. Nobody has touched this. Not even to take a rancid peck at the fresh flesh splayed out on the page. The cooling heart of the poet exposed to the elements. And not one spoon in sight. I used to wish that this place was like an old blog site I frequented where you could see the headshots of those who visited your page even if they didn't comment.
I am a bit of a lily about certain things. King being one of them. I took a class in college to try to quell my fear of horror - Contemporary Horror Fiction. I didn't sleep that semester. My efforts backfired. So I don't read much horror. But this write, angst laden as it is - there is a sadness as well. Or maybe I superimpose my own set over much of what I read. Talk of kings. Of white lace... and then "living breathing talking abortion." We don't ask to be who we are initially. We become things over time. You wrote the poem Paralyzed By Choices. We become mean as a survival tactic.
Perhaps some struggle with a write like this because it is deep. It is cloaked. It is a snarling dog of a poem. and perhaps most won't take the time to wonder why the beast at the end of the leash is foaming at the mouth. for me personally, I just barf out what ever happens to be in my gut and call it poetry. But you...your writing requires an investment of thought.
We edit because we are perfect. I keep ruminating on that line. It is perhaps the cleverest oxymoron I've read here.