- Non-Erotic Poetry
- poem by a broken machine
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I have little to say
these days;
I feel
just one more
over-grown understudy...
in this vast and tangled
intercontinental comedy
of the absurd and untoward,
where neither God
nor angels,
nor devils,
censor the most rotten, pestilential bits
nor guide the procession
toward higher nor other directions,
till we grow green-gray and mottled
and torment stoically
in our high-tech adventure chambers
So, I know I don't
want to play
the role assigned me,
nor live theatric life at all.
actually, I don't want
to live at all today,
not even in ornate coffeehouses
nor in sprawling, verdant gardens;
but maybe soon
the winds will change,
and something new will appear
to mind, heart, and ear
- COMMENTS
Magnetronover 9 years agoJAM said I should give you 5 Stars on this one.
I'm going to agree with him this time.
Cleardaynowover 9 years agoThis I like a great deal. The restraint within it makes it so much stronger than any rant can do. It creates a persona that it is natural to empathise with. The melodic flow and progression made up of subtle images and ideas complements this to produce a truly excellent poem (in my opinion). The final four lines give a counterpoint of faint hope or longing that accents the entire poem. Well done.
