prostrate lunatics with grandiose delusions…

delusions of lunatic grandeur

assuming an amusing story arises
a suitable distance in time, failure
wrangling compromise from commitment
damages only previously shaken faith
in wisdom gleaned from experience.
focus drifts from discarding tragedy
toward all-consuming efforts aimed
at maintaining escape velocity.

evening hours crack, chip, &
finally disintegrate, falling away
from an elegant sigmoidesque curve.
demands for ex post facto concern
thinly veil a malevolent agenda;
expressed by obsessively repetitive,
violent arguments between adherents
of similar interpretations of meaning in
thunderclaps. rational discourse loses
ground amidst adverse circumstance,
shackled to all manner of resource
exhaustion.

i can’t sympathize; all the things that
used to scare me to death
now turn me on. unfamiliar territory
for anyone satisfied by wandering
aimlessly, grabbin’ remnants of
desperation. forever waiting as
a million hours making up unknown
numbers of days jam into
one single moment.

sunrise parades, unidentified sunsets,
& calenders of every possible origin are
allies with common cause removing
thought-work from existence. only thing
left is taking battle against the
all-night brigade & their ebullient
admixtures of chemical variants to
their home turf.

by first light, we’ll sift through
every possible ambidextrous
solution to carnal desire hitch-
hiking down single lane highways,
wantin’ nothing more than to find
an elusive, easy peace between
revolutions & the transitory voyage
of the nearest star.

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This poem was an attempt to build a personal narrative into a larger context. Obviously, it is not for the writer to declare success, but I can say after 7 hours of tinkering with language, thematic development, grammar and expression, the poem is ready to leave my hands. It was originally inspired by a long discussion with a local frozen pizza distributor looking for a short-cut to f0r his delivery schedule. We went back & forth for a while until I realized he just wanted driving ideas, not existential debate. What was it they say about leading a horses ass to water?

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6 Responses to “prostrate lunatics with grandiose delusions…”

  1. 3rd stanza is so on point!!!! I dig! 🙂 grazie senore

  2. Bloody hell what a trip into your mind, maybe I shouldn’t have been listening to the beatles whilst I read.

    The lines

    evening hours crack, chip, &
    finally disintegrate, falling away
    from an elegant sigmoidesque curve.
    demands for ex post facto concern

    man I felt this, especially after writing smut for the last hour or so…
    by first light, we’ll sift through
    every possible ambidextrous
    solution to carnal desire hitch-
    hiking down single lane highways,
    wantin’ nothing more than to find
    an elusive, easy peace between
    revolutions & the transitory voyage
    of the nearest star.

    Made me feel, yea, we do this for a reason, god knows what the point is, but it’s fleeting. There’s only two certain things in life, birth and death, and its up to us how we fill in the time between.

    Seven hours of tweeks…one work of brilliance friend. Glad I knocked on your door this morning.

    • Abso-fucking-lutely. Thanks for the comment & visit. Much appreciation, and in between the two certainties always make room for the occasional de-sobering experience. Never hurts to see things from a radically different perspective. Always glad when a poem hits home; thanks again and take it easy,

      crb.

  3. “evening hours crack, chip, &
    finally disintegrate, falling away
    from an elegant sigmoidesque curve.”

    I love that bit. Very cool imagery.

    Overall, this piece seems to be about what I call “the dumbing down of the populace.” We have given away or traded much of what kept the brain working at some minimally acceptable level.

    • Totally agreed. If nothing else, I try to write in a way that forces a reader to at least partially turn their active mind on, even if only for a moment. If I can manage to do that, I figure everything else is gravy. Much obliged for the visits and comments!

      crb.

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