Lunacy

This poem is about the hypocrisy of adulthood and how we often lose ourselves in materialism and ignorance

Lunacy

Playing games among enthusiasts, rough valentines strewn across the porch; chanting love.

How very strange, how dull it has now become.

Walking away, east with no boundary,

I’ve seen stranger things, in the white envelopes of a vacuum, swallowing the core.

Caught in violent revelry, suffocated by the trappings of dress,

Ears strung by the web of entirety

Breath channeled, slowly, oxygen accretive

Age and Wisdom, the violent volume of lost words

Vitality quivers, where the roach under the lamp post lie

Curiosity stirred, cut into pieces, seconds, thirds

If the avalanche of soon were crouched beneath the bench,

it would invite the cerebral, resting, halcyon giant.

Mangled quail feathers and fawns blood brood among us,

Desks, doors, demons walk hand in hand.

Sacred howl, fawning fool,

Look now, in the dead of the steer where hazards lie.

Curiosity stirred, cut into pieces, seconds, thirds

The vase keeps the plant encumbered,

Wading through the thicket of ink,

Unconscious tendencies burrow in the hollow of night.

Sit upright they say, head high, beam upon the folly,

And so I smile a smile,

as children wander,

posture of no concern.

Reviews

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this captures so well the ludicrousness of what life becomes, it's so well-written and the imagery and word choice is captivating