Nonsense Rhythm

Nonsense Rhythm

X-ray vision with extra heat precision,

Superman's lost it and cracked a barrel,

Stumbling drunkenly over the dead body of Clark Kent.

Last is not an option but lust is so come to me and maybe,

Just maybe we will work something out as I regurgitate this

Prose along with my last meal of the scattered pieces of my world.

My sanity is cracking like glass but you wouldn't know that anymore

Than you would know who invented the aglet. I don't know where

The secret note lies within the music but it's pulling me into the

Black hole with no possible way to get out except to wait for rescue.

But where is my Kent, my Parker, my maestro?      

He's drunk on the fumes of the impossible, lying in the sawdust like a

Dead man.

Reviews

[Candle in the wind]

The poem vividly evokes the disruptive rhythm of cracking sanity and recreates that chaos.'Drunk on the fumes of the impossible', is a great expression

[Brenda Sue]

Very original and interesting. Great write.