Eli W. Buel ~ Top Hat ~ 1870 (via the hamartia disease)
Seems I slept through the lucid dreaming
My symbols clashed with those fields of rain
I was overburdening and unrevealing
I never got the rules of the game
You stayed up all night demanding
That the morning bring another day
Bought yourself some time by stealing
Futures from the underlay
Now I sleep through the great undermining
Of all I once stood for and all I now know
I am not the soul worth mining
No room here for seeds to sow
You work nightshift on nursery rhymes
Rather than to face the day
When all your work-wise clocking times
Leave your heart with nought to say
I’ll sleep through this numb acceptance
Of every mirror shard and hardwood shaving
Slipped from the foundry to factory fence
I’ll not scold them for misbehaving
You won’t sleep on this luxury bed
Stuffed with reminders and counterfeit notes
Lost to the garbage that'll fill your head
With promises, escape-routes and antidotes
My symbols clashed with those fields of rain
I was overburdening and unrevealing
I never got the rules of the game
You stayed up all night demanding
That the morning bring another day
Bought yourself some time by stealing
Futures from the underlay
Now I sleep through the great undermining
Of all I once stood for and all I now know
I am not the soul worth mining
No room here for seeds to sow
You work nightshift on nursery rhymes
Rather than to face the day
When all your work-wise clocking times
Leave your heart with nought to say
I’ll sleep through this numb acceptance
Of every mirror shard and hardwood shaving
Slipped from the foundry to factory fence
I’ll not scold them for misbehaving
You won’t sleep on this luxury bed
Stuffed with reminders and counterfeit notes
Lost to the garbage that'll fill your head
With promises, escape-routes and antidotes
11 comments:
There are rules? Jaysus where's the book because it seems no plays by any rules anymore.
"I am not the soul for mining,
No room here for seeds to sow"~~OUCH!
...and these days "numb acceptance" wuold seem to prevail...
Walking Man: So you missed that lesson too - you skip one day of school...
Subby: we're sedated to apathy - easier to govern that way.
Pisces, never sir! At least not me, tho'I seem to be surrounded by it, wot? To be truly sedated one must follow along or give in to those holding the needle, yes?
Subby: In theory yes, in practise we don't even see the needle.
Alas! and ***SIGH***
This stanza has remained with me, keeps reeling in my head:
"You stayed up all night demanding
That the morning bring another day
Bought yourself some time by stealing
Futures from the underlay"
nicely done.
Nicely done indeed, I'll second that one!
I'm in a noisy fast food restaurant with someone talking on their cell phone noisily, but reading this poem, I am still incredibly taken by it despite all the distraction. It has a marvelous sound to it. It rolls.
I kept thinking all the way through this one how perfect that hat was....
I always enjoy a poke at inauthenticity, and you do it well.
Megan: Glad to have infected you ;D
Jimmy: Good to hear from you pal
Matt: You paint a colourful scene - makes mee feel like my poem has entered the world - Thanks! :)
Harlequin: I guess I carry (at least a residue) the feelings of Holden Caulfield - an overaged teenager :]
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