Hypothesis

Hypothesis

A Poem by MKERED

Hypothesis

 

I am cognizant of myself,

tacitly aware yet full of the thing,

and am measured in my celebrations

as is the way of the patronized and occupied.

 

I have calculated the fetters of these others

made note of them and thought hard

over their mad music implications and,

if I might say so myself, made sound theory

of their insouciant anecdotes.

 

Made a whole of myself and wore a

shining raincoat in summer showers,

stayed inside during the hottest of days

when the sweat bleeds yellow stains

into the nooks of my dress shirts.

 

Informed myself with great books

making notes in the margins

writing grand synthesizing synopses

in lined notebook paper, letting

the satisfaction wash over me in ripples.

 

And slept afterwards only to wake to

dread dreams and the vibration of

violence working itself through my bones

yet held this self in place firm to the mattress

until the aching clench of my jaw was too much.

 

And woke screaming at images of wide

eyed mothers, and leaden fathers asleep

on couches, and watched the silly nattering

sheep thinking only to cull. To cut and

sweep sharp shearing blades through their midst.

 

I have surveyed the broad borders of myself

whipped its fugitives into complicit calm

sighed at imprecations, and steeled myself

to the night. 

 

Have settled in amongst well worn words

and have closed eyes with fear

hoping with uncertain faith

that I will bind the darkness in hateful prayer

as the mad prophet laughs from the shadows.

© 2013 MKERED


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Reality, surreality and underlying wishes sit in the shadows waiting for our visits. What we cannot do in our waking hours sometimes finds its outlet in dreams but the light of day burns them away as we fill our minds with words of others until we succumb once more to the puzzles these words create in our minds:

Have settled in amongst well worn words
and have closed eyes with fear
hoping with uncertain faith
that I will bind the darkness in hateful prayer
as the mad prophet laughs from the shadows.



Posted 10 Years Ago


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You have an amazing vocabulary.

Posted 10 Years Ago


MKERED

10 Years Ago

Unsolicited compliments are always welcome :-)
Reality, surreality and underlying wishes sit in the shadows waiting for our visits. What we cannot do in our waking hours sometimes finds its outlet in dreams but the light of day burns them away as we fill our minds with words of others until we succumb once more to the puzzles these words create in our minds:

Have settled in amongst well worn words
and have closed eyes with fear
hoping with uncertain faith
that I will bind the darkness in hateful prayer
as the mad prophet laughs from the shadows.



Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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