"regulation" poems - Hello Poetry

Prologue casual glance at my notifications while driving even though I’m all ready a bad bad boy, cruising at a sedate, cruise-controlled 70 mph vs. the bureaucrat bifocals 55, a remnant regulation of the Eighties, all the while humming with Gilligan “a 3 hour tour, 2 passengers set sail that day” then execute a four lane 180, gotta get highway sideway grassed , cause i’m gassed... by a Poem Breach of the poems promised by me, to write of thee, you, my best inspiration, the list grows longer, faster than the hours provided pull over fast emergency for my composure breached, my vision wetted, my eyes hit by an unplanned unexpected, sudden summer thunderstorm <•> The Poem Breach ***once more into the breach thy words breeze through my chest, like on a flamed stick, night roasting, toasting beach summer marshmallows, that cut direct to the ineffable sadness that resides resists within, that sticky, white mess, a human heart melting a thank you message that I’ve read before, many times more than once, how my unasked poem, a sun unique, arrived at the precise time and place, to lift and even save, how could I’ve know? I did not know but these messages collect on my chest, unsought words of purple ribbon metal that make a less burdened cowardly lion, grown man cry, do crazy things for it is a possible solution to his age old quest Why do I exist, is this my purposed plan, don’t understand, all but the answer peaked and peaceful accepted in the breach unreasoned, my port of entry, a gateway to the scales, a bridge it is, over a time-life river styx and unstuck, yet certainly always confused...*** “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.” thank you so insufficient

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

that poem breach

Prologue casual glance at my notifications while driving even though I’m all ready a bad bad boy, cruising at a sedate, cruise-controlled 70 mph vs. the bureaucrat bifocals 55, a remnant regulation of the Eighties, all the while humming with Gilligan “a 3 hour tour, 2 passengers set sail that day” then execute a four lane 180, gotta get highway sideway grassed , cause i’m gassed... by a Poem Breach of the poems promised by me, to write of thee, you, my best inspiration, the list grows longer, faster than the hours provided pull over fast emergency for my composure breached, my vision wetted, my eyes hit by an unplanned unexpected, sudden summer thunderstorm <•> The Poem Breach ***once more into the breach thy words breeze through my chest, like on a flamed stick, night roasting, toasting beach summer marshmallows, that cut direct to the ineffable sadness that resides resists within, that sticky, white mess, a human heart melting a thank you message that I’ve read before, many times more than once, how my unasked poem, a sun unique, arrived at the precise time and place, to lift and even save, how could I’ve know? I did not know but these messages collect on my chest, unsought words of purple ribbon metal that make a less burdened cowardly lion, grown man cry, do crazy things for it is a possible solution to his age old quest Why do I exist, is this my purposed plan, don’t understand, all but the answer peaked and peaceful accepted in the breach unreasoned, my port of entry, a gateway to the scales, a bridge it is, over a time-life river styx and unstuck, yet certainly always confused...*** “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.” thank you so insufficient