![]() One Minute in My MindA Poem by John![]() Ready... Set... Go.![]()
Depressed,
pressure pumping my puns and personal pundits opening closed doors, bragging about banned banners and bumping bandits on and off, in and out, I scream and shout. Angry, blood blandly bullying my brains into a drugged-out, dragged about dragging-out bout of fury and rage, beating against the bars of my cage protesting the progress of my problematic age. Dreaming, lost in the mist, 19 and never been kissed, not quite, but, never been missed, due probably to my fear to risk everything anything nothing. Weeping, willfully wrestling between a weekend and much-needed resting, distraught and distrusting, downing a drink and donning a uniform I can't afford, but am forced to invest in, entrusting my peers to not think I'm weird and read my writings and understand my cries and writhing around, acting like a clown and reacting to the smallest sound. Unheard, but louder than most, leading a host or flock of followers, lemmings and sheep who can't go back to sleep because of when I opened their eyes and handed them the knife that cut the Gordian knot and left a country to rot dug up and dug out, clouting and routing the traffic and transients, the Man and his mannequins. Done, don't want to be a bore, but don't want to be adored. Sick and tired of being sick and tired, but afraid the cure will be the lure that baits me into breaking down, waiting instead for death in my head, or breakfast in bed, whichever comes first whichever is worst, I wish it would just happen. I need to sleep.
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