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Nolan Bucsis
Poems
Sep 2019
My necessity
This stability of mine.
Is depressing
The doldrums of routine.
They keep me unfilled.
And,
oh I long.
For adventure that ends in ruin.
And,
oh I long.
For Dionysian ecstasy.
But.
That all lead to squander and squalor.
To trauma and decay.
That all lead to death.
Minutes away from the reaper.
So.
I keep at the Apollonian ordering of chaos and revel in the boredom of banal.
And I'm less inspired.
But well dressed.
But well fed.
But always high.
Maybe just maybe at the end of the dredgery I'll feel fullfilled.
Like all of this mattered.
But I'm a husk of an interesting person.
And the tumult of chaos and drifting.
Giving up.
Still natters at my mind.
Like my unfinished books.
Like my drug induced amnesia.
It all gets forgotten in my mundane days.
My necessity.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis
34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)
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