Fiction

Sometimes Fiction and reality dance a dance of delusion.....

Fiction

 

I make myself crazy

Playing the fame game

Reality and fiction soon become

The same

It’s the delusion of the illusion

That’s keep me flowing

And the faces of the damned glowing

And showing pretty teeth

With deep blue crocodile tears

Pouring out of putrid ducts

For years and years

Traveling from eyes to ears

Gossip like razor blades

Cutting through barricades

Plasma flowing like marinade

I seem stuck

About to be hit by a Mack truck

Man I seem so lucky

But I'm not on my own

I saw three people in the park

Making a car their home

 And domicile

While billionaire have their eyes on Mars

And have or awhile

Yet, I make myself crazy

To believe these dreams will come together.

As I play the game where reality and fiction are the same.

Author's Note

Fiction......

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Reality and fiction soon become
The same -- these lines really speak to me.

I can definitely see the Buckowski influence in your writing; you are pointed, bright, articulate and above all very honest. You make a great comparison to the lives of so many who are constantly "in search" of the ellusive dream...but the dream is always so...ellusive.

Yet, i make myself crazy
To believe these dreams will come together. -- So true...I've been there.

[Dana Alsamsam]

i constantly think that i'm crazy for following my dreams... this piece was poignant and truthful. it almost has the rhythm of a rap and flowed very well!

[Myenigma]

it seems like fiction but its also a reality, awesome poem man, this one and 'Waiting in Line' are really good, they are topics I defineatly would point out and write about,

[Shanil Mehdi]

the poem flowed really well, nice work!