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Nov 2020
today: another sensible no other -
no other day like this towing to and from
as also a too-tomb,

                   on a "horizon" a sunrise
of a toothache -
   come the murky hours circa 4pm
(and if i'm still walking)

i'll debate myself (that reflexive self)
on two words in another tongue
in another soul:

zmrok
                          & zmierzch -

perhaps there is a distinction as in:
one is allocated to the sunset
the other to a sunrise:

        old father english with an 8
year old bumblebee of hope
now: scraps of unused tongue
popping up from time to time...

well... apparently some toys
from the thesaurus: synonym juggling
act...

dusk... twilight...
       either side of the "conundrum":
a twilight...

świt                     &              brzask...

words that stick-out almost painfully
like some woad pigment
on dulled-eye grey of traffic...
words that could be
like some borrowed greek
or...    mjumbe in swahili...

closer: baron... some myth of a return
to the:
großartig nicht enden wollend

wie so

der sagt: rauchenbellengeruch und:
                no, not crocodile weather...

                 or at least a pair of legs that
drain the head from all that's thought:
that can, that should that also probably
shouldn't:

not that death is this miraculous veil /
unveiling -
even when peering at a well manicured /
pampered in the face corpse:
as with the shutting of a grave:
as death doubles down and becomes
ultra-materialistic -
            
                             well... to think of life
as governed by this
      automated prefix
                            self-
                          notably: self-reflection
is the expression...
             not that somehow, with due death
one will somehow find the "lesser" /
uncomplicated / the more intrinsic levers
and gauges for: how best to operate
the gut - at the perilous depths of
constipation or     "         heights of
                                            diarrhoea...

a reflection on the cranks and crannies of this
semi-robotic: press A for exhibit Aa... etc.,
such this sometimes bothersome
"self-reflection": automated...
     the thoughts that are necessarily thought
from which only a pause is
source for inspiration...

that death can allow for self-reflection
to become a sought after: the reflective self?

- so, eventually what?
nuances in language: idiosyncratic at best?
my own my own:

/
   by then: i somehow have to return
to some ?, "the universal reader" / the formal-ality
and all manner of courtesy -
pray! not a curtsy!

otherwise... apparently ciphers disallowed,
disallowed:
packed together, bothersome,
like fleas on a dog's comb...
          because it's me-me-not-like-this
or me-me...
                 very much, appreciated...
                                                                      //
an honest opinion - honestly free...
               poem for a pebble, comment for a peanut...
it would have otherwise meant so much...
wasser-unter-die-brücke...
              why be plagued with writing
something so comprehensive?
             so safely: two horses towed
an empty trough through a thought of mine...
apparently this isn't... even english...
it's not even "complicated" english...
t'is... brain-damaged english?
                              whatever it is...
                                          at your own peril. //
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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