Not A Very Funny ManA Poem by Evilhappywrite please read and enjoy
I have been joking about suicide in conversation lately
as though to hyperbolize despair for comedy; I think about the front-face of my personage and begin to hate me the attempt I made was no laughing matter, where is the karma, belated cancelation by the speech-policing PC society I'm no good, I might be half crazy, they credit me with trauma, documented history it sounds like I actually signed a paper for a NDE the trick to trigger warnings are wasted on me, you don't yell "Fire!" in a crowded theater before you turn off your TV Sometimes, lately, I wonder if it's a red flag flying from my teeth like my tongue, freshly squeezed stinging cuts from my gums anxious laughter, am I just pulling on the leg of my legacy, by behaving questionably, a poet or a lunar misunderstanding, eyes wide like two new moons, an hourglass with sand outstanding talking to myself to be heard by someone else, a prideful soliloquy of lunacy, ergo the ego bends my silver spoon, and I'll be digging through these glass walls with it soon entranced to a tune, dancing like a loon, this window-pain, you don't know, trust is such a boon and bane, I swoon for a swain, a drop of admiration is tanks of fuel in motivation a kind word, risk the sonic pendulum that separates my lane to a bitter attention getter, doused with dense sweat in winter get this steam-storm off my brain condensed intensity contained, I want to explode; restrain into the chest, deep winds drawn the humid reflux, insomnia, a long yawn I think too often of how I'll be remembered when there's far too much life to live how or if I settle into any memory is in this awareness, to make not of my concern for I have kept alive too many I resented and reviled on a pyre of hatred that I alone fed to burn the smoke choked my thoughts all the while to let it go from inferno, to embers, to ashes I had to learn patience and defiance of a forced perception that to be nothing is equality, everything you are seen to be is a corruption lenses of opinion that obscure purity oddly, the punchline shares each conception, and given the destination, why don't more people laugh at the journey? © 2021 Evilhappy |
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Added on January 23, 2021 Last Updated on January 23, 2021 AuthorEvilhappyWaco, TXAboutI'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..Writing
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