My dear Loki

Are you my talisman, dear Loki, or

just a chimera that dominates my ether?

No nirvana for me, no celestial deity to divine

my path to righteousness.  To the extent that

I propagate and disseminate that which is dissembling,

puerile and pedantic antics bring the cosmos

only momentary levity.

A trifling amongst the solar giants,

your sublime japes sublimate

light and laughter, as I lament

the shenanigans that befall me and leave me

bereft of any beatific bliss. You sprinkle

mischief around you as you toy with

this monument to pathos.

 

 So! Behold the remains of your pranks

and hoaxes. I love to be with you yet

long to leave you.  I would cut the puppet

strings were there only strength to

redact my allegiance to you. Whenever I see

your face, it is not your face looking

back at me - it is mine.

Reviews

[Teri B]

My word! The double-edged quality of this piece is wonderful. I see the mischief and hear the muted anger, perhaps, or at the very least, frustration. How to respond to the pain, the confusion, the questions the speaker has about his situation...that is the thing to grapple with here. What he wishes he knew or even understood about his circumstances...what he wishes he DIDN'T know and understand.

I like it...can you tell? :)

[Larry Dyson]

love the last stanza....summation is deadly. favor..please read my Story "UP ONION" and review?

[Muse]

This is cool, you have an imaginary friend of myth. Only later to discover it's your own mischievious alter-ego at play.