"flanging" poems
Wake up groan roll over
last night a dissociative nightmare
strange waking dreams
Of flanging cars whipping by windows
brittle and metallic waves crashing in
32 bit distortion and dark pixillated vision
Coughing, laughing, welcoming insanity
stagger out of bedroom smoke a bowl
bacon and eggs, mozzarella and 9 grains
stare at voluptuous dark haired student
with billowing scarf
She'd get it buddy
Listen to aging hipster talk
About government
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
After the last cottage receded I pulled out from the green grasses
Nothing was bothering my coffee Only getting colder like my heart’s paces
The one sight pricking the back of my eyes
Was of the person waving byes
Who wasn’t a friend of mine but someone else’s
They destined me the business You bolstered me then
Said just regularly get mounted On the commissioned rails
We’ll always be your men
If only you were now to witness Me when I have ran insane
As the flanging and clanking Enough of it I've had
Is only commuting me Into a division alien
And still looking out Through a misty and blue shaded pane
About to lose the bout I don’t like being alone in the journey, Ben.
Should we buy this book Ben? Jack you should read diaries and biographies
Momentarily I was with my colleagues Back in those cubic topographies
But Jack and Ben were just their namesakes Passengers as I crossed these depressive geographies
Only till pulling me where don’t know a four year old voiced Uncle will you please give me those toffees?
I candidly kept smiling as went back the kid
Of course kids don’t understand what I hid
They don’t see whether it’s December or May
They just see the tree in a different way
Anyway had to be at the corporation Couldn’t get offstage
Reaching the concerned documentation I saw the cover page
All true but my valid recognition It read I had chores of a big sage
It was beyond my cerebration Oh! Or my compatriots gave the proposition
And let me have the advantage!
You are letting me perform at a higher rank You set me sail to a farther bank
It seems I am not alone on this voyage You are with me as a special entourage
I was only being disjunctive
For I was looking with a different perspective
Knowing friends are with you in any of your tourney
I am certainly not alone in this journey
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC