A Strange Life in The MakingA Poem by K Scott Smith
Refuse the bread
refuse the wine all the flesh and the evening's rush it's strange tendencies towards excess caught in it's swoon- quite alive and doomed- A strange life in the making. A strange life in the making, strewn about a thousand notebooks, scribbled into the sunset, into light itself on every canvas, into the Earth itself So be done with terrible magnets, and hoarse, mocking laughter that undoes everything, unmakes each pules, each cell , each wave, each chemical reaction Undoes every sunset, unwrites every poem I will ever write. Wail and the universe pays no attention only hellbent harlots and mortals, no one worthy to tempt, no one worthy to be tempted by. No worthy adversary and the blue pen dies. Anxiety that comes in abundant heaps, The car comes and I am collected like dust, or old coats. I spill into the seat like a drink. To be this many people at once is deranged feeling dangerously idle. Bookshelves swollen like breasts. The city below in a sort of sleepy daydream. I drank and I drank and time passed. Then dawn came and the streets came alive I raced Eastward through dense mist and heavy fog. The coming of a storm of fates. November returns as we said it would. Once so cruel and overbearing- Now I find it polite and not paying attention I noticed it immediately Too tired to sleep too tired to write. The rain hurries us to our beds to sleep... Counters every clock, every leaf on every tree each sounds like the wet drums, of some lazy war band, in need of a dry place. Fate is cruel but sometimes kind holds a grudge and allied with time and countless pointless conversations confessions made at dawn taken back at dusk Night fell like a drunken fool in some idiots trance, or some magician's music, some spell, some guide without names or numbers. A strange life in the making. © 2014 K Scott SmithReviews
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Added on September 9, 2014Last Updated on September 9, 2014 AuthorK Scott SmithBirmingham, ALAboutK. Scott Smith is a writer from Birmingham AL. He writes poetry as well as Historical Fiction. He is a lover a Rimbaud, Bukowski, Blake, Neruda, Nietzche, and Mckinley Cooper(to name a few). Most rece.. more..Writing
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