dirty wings

 

charged up,

plugged in,

 

caffeine breathing weakly in a pink company cup.

chumbawamba serenading me through another twelve hours

of boredom and accidental internet access at work.

 

this is me;

post-documentary

a crysallis quit creature

crawling around the sky.

 

how do you stay beautiful in routines?

the (dull drums) are beating me down

but i am more than a metronomic gnome

tick talking my way through scripts with frayed edges.

 

we forget that we are actors

in an ensemble cast catastrophe of

mediocrity

making our way to the end of

season 8

we hesitate

will our dictator be replaced by a director

of change?

 

my wings feel dirty

my hands feel blind

my mouth feels plastic

my mind feels alive.

 

when will freedom finally feel free?

 

Author's Note

this is utter crap. it's not good. i'm even going to pretend it is. this is me just writing what i'm thinking about. it's chaotic at best.

Reviews

[distefano 401]

i liked the whole idea of this poem; it made the reader think. good job!

[Ninelilies]

I'm glad you didn't like this one either. But I just think it's mis-titled, because the writing is still beautiful and still very much your own. It's about work, right? And how you have your own mind, but still owned in a sense for the work that you have to do in order to feel this so-called freedom that we have, right? The only real freedom in America is buying freedom. And I think that's what you're trying to get at, isn't it? Let me know if I'm wrong--S

[Patricia Thourne]

A window I thoroughly enjoyed. =)

[Gandré]

oh it's not crap. It's what you feel, I thought, freedom never will feel free, there is less and less freedom. We are controlled and we are told that we need 2-3 jobs to survive and we are driven to not have any friends, for when I have to try to be more clever, more successful than my friend than he is not my friend and I am not his friend, we are competitors, aren't we. Saying this made the whole truth for me:
"we forget that we are actors

in an ensemble cast catastrophe of

mediocrity " ---------------------------exactly what we are. Isn't it amazing that the more we try to be special, the more are we turning in this mediocrity? All this has been made by capitalism, by corporations. But, unfortunately I can't chose any other society to live in...If I had enough courage, I would live in some native tribe, away of western civilisation and listen to the wind.
A great write, my friend. Absolutely enjoyed!

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

I don't know it's caotic at best, it's like you're venting and throw some nice line in there. Good work.

we forget that we are actors
in an ensemble cast catastrophe of
mediocrity