~
The Great Switch Off
*louder in its silence,
than a flicked light switch
in the midst of a midnight-darkened house
more crackling than the slowest
of lasting gunshot resounding re-soundings,
of the ice pond white coverlet shredding itself apart,
by its own voluble volition
I hear the switch
switching off,
the giving-in, taking over,
the surrender negotiations
swift concluded with just those you know,
two words
let the anguish languish,
the discipline,
become someone else's disciple,
just let me be
well familiar this on-off moment,
well recalled from all prior nine lives,
exactly the where and the when was,
I gave up on trying,
but never needed the why
cause the why was inadmissible,
tampered evidence, dampened down,
tainted lies and justifies
tomorrow I'll restart, re-equip,
cause the catching up with lost sleep
a minimum week,
to require, to reacquaint,
with the on-demand, life props
for properly slacking off*
***the oldest loudest sound
you have and will ever make,
the crack of self-deception,
when your mind lies to yourself,
this latest, greatest switch off is only
temporary***
~
Feburary Nineteenth, Two Thousand and Sixteen
5:49 am
nyc
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
~
The Great Switch Off
*louder in its silence,
than a flicked light switch
in the midst of a midnight-darkened house
more crackling than the slowest
of lasting gunshot resounding re-soundings,
of the ice pond white coverlet shredding itself apart,
by its own voluble volition
I hear the switch
switching off,
the giving-in, taking over,
the surrender negotiations
swift concluded with just those you know,
two words
let the anguish languish,
the discipline,
become someone else's disciple,
just let me be
well familiar this on-off moment,
well recalled from all prior nine lives,
exactly the where and the when was,
I gave up on trying,
but never needed the why
cause the why was inadmissible,
tampered evidence, dampened down,
tainted lies and justifies
tomorrow I'll restart, re-equip,
cause the catching up with lost sleep
a minimum week,
to require, to reacquaint,
with the on-demand, life props
for properly slacking off*
***the oldest loudest sound
you have and will ever make,
the crack of self-deception,
when your mind lies to yourself,
this latest, greatest switch off is only
temporary***
~
Feburary Nineteenth, Two Thousand and Sixteen
5:49 am
nyc
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