November 28, 2011 by Rivky Gee
There you are, out to play me, trick me, mock me, touch me.
For What? Disconnected Human form because I am not.
Or is it YOU that isn’t? Sorry, huh? Internal rage, exhaustion.
Too many projects maybe? Take it down a notch.
Focus in on less tasks to tsk tsk the fools.
Yes, I’ll take the shield of armor.
WTF, mutated, mutilated, confounded perplexity.
Discomforted puzzle, significantly positive to and for this release.
Engrossed, engaged, occupied…
T’was supposed to progressively keep things inventive and sprightly-
Assiduously defeated, becoming negligent.
Swamped by the algae of a daring routine that
The deluge could not be contained.
I have a life, you know. Yeah, busy persevering,
Yes, thankful for glorious breaths of life.
Lifeless is the life of time-tranced, phases of
Jekyll and Hyde,
I’m catch twenty two’d and diametrically opposed.
Rays of my sunny side up with a side of bacon,
Hold the grease.
Clear skies against the colors of a thousand sounds and suns
That inevitably become a muddled delusion of a discordant rainbow.
So much for, strokes of brilliance, through the scenic field of grazing,
Goatless shadows that lurk and quiver with the
Rise and fall of capturing the snap of the shot of luminosity.
I’ll grab a handful and save it in my back pocket.
With golden embers flashing over
Dampened, sodden, solemn earth.
No more greenless than the garden of grey matter
Between myelin sheaths of twisted imbalance.
Go. go, misfire, you neuronal freaks and
For this consistent, tiresome, daunting mission of
Organizing, organisms organically grown by, orgasmically
Potential conception consuming this physical, microcosmic
Amalgamation of an empty shell that streams
Frequency cracks from hydrogen and oxygen deprivation.
Enraged, wired and tired, disoriented distinctions of
Turmoil turned to boil. Die already.Turn to dust..
Into the ether you go now.
I’m irritable. I’m cold, I’m hot, I’m snappy, wired,
I’m not here to understand what to know what
I write or feel or think. None of these intangible,
Abstract ungrounded, la la, whooey, coagulated shards of
Corporeal embodiment claims to sustain the very core, thrusted in my being.
What…The…Flen, Flyys and Freris-
For confusing the elements of
What is Me.