When my Calling is Calling
And I fail to answer
The Phonemes…
I’m depressed.
And of course, I must be.
Driven North of my South
By harpies
Draped in flags.
My constant Dystopia
More Terrarium
Than a home for
My bees.
And more Hive
Than any Home
For
A Dream.
A plush junket
Of close calls-
Where rice patties
Wane.
Because Prophets
Fail like crops.
And The News
Is just a new Nothing
In Imaginary
Palms…
Phantom
mad.
II
But when my Calling is Calling-
And Negotiations have collapsed.-
As foretold by Introspection
And served on a platter
Of Absolute Narcissism
Chained to an Unspoken Woe
In my Achilles Heel-
My Falderal, fumbling
For Unfaltering.s.
I almost digress.
III
I clamor to the forefront
Of Myself; maladjusted
To Sun spokes.
Privately
Waning.
A Tempered Steel
In a molten
Kaleidoscope-
Hoping
Love hath a Plan
That a Hell
Dismissed.
Or a Poem
Made sense
Of It...
Sisyphus.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 5:39 PM UTC
When my Calling is Calling
And I fail to answer
The Phonemes…
I’m depressed.
And of course, I must be.
Driven North of my South
By harpies
Draped in flags.
My constant Dystopia
More Terrarium
Than a home for
My bees.
And more Hive
Than any Home
For
A Dream.
A plush junket
Of close calls-
Where rice patties
Wane.
Because Prophets
Fail like crops.
And The News
Is just a new Nothing
In Imaginary
Palms…
Phantom
mad.
II
But when my Calling is Calling-
And Negotiations have collapsed.-
As foretold by Introspection
And served on a platter
Of Absolute Narcissism
Chained to an Unspoken Woe
In my Achilles Heel-
My Falderal, fumbling
For Unfaltering.s.
I almost digress.
III
I clamor to the forefront
Of Myself; maladjusted
To Sun spokes.
Privately
Waning.
A Tempered Steel
In a molten
Kaleidoscope-
Hoping
Love hath a Plan
That a Hell
Dismissed.
Or a Poem
Made sense
Of It...
Sisyphus.
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