
i think may write a few more poems
i (might) have a few more things to say
but the exact what of it eludes me for now
so i won’t commit to that this way
i’m inclined to believe i will do it
so i'm gonna give it a shot
i know i got it in me
it’s just matter of what
i’m prepared to let out or not
it's all dependent on the words and time
a bit of both of yours and mine
it may or may not be dependent on rhyme
relax
and we'll pretend everything is fine
i am gonna hop like a rabbit
on a double shot flat white
from one rambling topic to another
random and erratic all in one
pointing at everything except me
looking everywhere except inside
and all with a polite disdainful adherence to nothing
in
particular…
i can Houdini some of my bullshit
but i can’t escape my nonsense
so i shall bring it screaming and kicking to the page
i’ve got a head full of recalcitrant riddles
and a gut full of impotent rage
literary leaks and semi soliloquised squirts
but no attention grabbing middles
i got endings i got beginnings
and weak plot sustaining dribbles
i got water themes and broken dreams
dungeon wails and silent screams
a funny little squint, belly button lint
not being rude i’m just a dude in a mood
not being obtuse just a goose getting loose
a ripple of ruptured reality
whispers of illusional duality
bathing in a barren banality
seeking to stave off finality
cursory cryptic self-reflection
sleight of hand misdirection
cloudy shrouded introspection
a Lucy van Pelt type intervention
putting on the dead weight
i thought i tried to throw away
finding another empty space
and putting it into play
floundering in a sea of words
not knowing what to say
agonising over petty choices
fine fuel for a fiery fray
wishing i’d knew now
what i thought i knew when
i don’t know what i didn’t need to know
not now, not ever; not then
food for thought?
Chicken Parma, Chips and a Salad
new for old?
it’s a myth, doesn’t happen
tit for tat?
not real sure about that
no Panamanian schooners
no chalet in the alps
i don't even like snow
nah,
not one bit
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.”
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler


Comments (1)
These lines resonated with me “whispers of illusional duality bathing in a barren banality” Evocative!