Static for 15A Poem by Stanislav Volo
I'm in the middle of the mush,
The gear of Grinder, Have to push. Those heavy masses, This melting juice; I'm in the middle of this mental drug abuse. No word Can clearly describe this torture, No picture Can express the vicious pain, How blindly, We trust Civilization to restrain. Attention Shoppers, Please, return! Attention Shoppers, Please, stop running! Attention Shoppers… On the parking lot I’m static for 15 and punning; And I am back in boiling pot Continuing the fable Collapsing on this Lot, By Starbucks stable; I am giving up! You must keep going... I am ruined! Yet, you're not destroyed... Okay, Today I will survive. I will be breathing heavily. Yet, for tomorrow Don't count on me to be alive Despise this place unbearably; More Days Crossed Down, The more pain I found. No real climax- All constant pain; How can I clean this mental strain? When I am static for 15 again. Moving, Moving, Your own, On your own; Moving circles, Turning on, Switching off Turning off, Switching on. Submerged in babysitting role They think I represent "Control". I think I am going crazy now Another cold and angry stare; My bike will break down... I'm getting used to this cement. It smells OK. I cannot taste it... Yet, it slowly crawls inside my system. I wear a smile and I listen to birds and herds of car Time passing slowly, Slowly, slowing down; And every second seems like hour And every hour seems like year Thank God my mind does not exist here. And I'm still breathing, Oh, No! Where did they come from...? Such Crafty City Such Painful day What can I say-? "It's Surrey!" In bitter State of Drunken Mind I'm looping on my friendly bike. Brandy on ice, It's no surprise This frenzy, smile will stay with me, awhile. On the yellow bike I will continue my ride in the rain All soaking wet, right to the bones I am drying up my Goddamn socks; © 2017 Stanislav Volo |
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Added on May 26, 2017 Last Updated on May 26, 2017 Author
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