Another Day

Another Day

A Poem by Apparition

 Another day, another dead, 

dollar recipient with with shrapnel from coin making lodged in his head
Just another day in paradise, 
Today's lacking rations will barely suffice,
Another day, another used up rhyme scheme
Time to unwind the twine that bind's another gray soul
Sold down the river, for figments of figures
I'm beckoning, "The roof is on fire, let the building expire,
so we can fill the leaking holes in this fallen empire!"
Pull over to the side of the fishbowl, put your hands up or get a fist full of fingers
Hand over fist, taking the grist to the mill
Be still, my beating heart
This rhyme moves minds like fleeting art
I won't beat around the bush, so let the beating start
Hit the nail on the head, head for the hills, dead
Dead to the world, fled to furrows
Head in the clouds, body in the bushes
Burnin the oil, burnin the kush's
Taking my third furlough, in a fortnight
Poppin bottles, trying to shoot down storks with corks, right
I'm talking eugenics, euthanized sentence
But just like an "unbirthday," can't exist without a day of birth,
Nonsense cannot exist without some sense, at first.

 

© 2014 Apparition


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I'll admit to having to read through a couple of times to follow it, but I'm guessing that's rather the point, so that may not be a bad thing. The tone relates to the subject and I always find it interesting to read other writers' random ramblings. I really like the last line, it sums everything up very well, sticks in your head. I think I'll remember it for a long time to come.

Posted 15 Years Ago


I like the notion of 'nonsensical ramblings' as I specialise in them myself. I also like the notion of making a mountain of money, though am never likely to. I wld love to be a stinking rich environmentalist and spend my time lecturing others how to behave. Essentially no human activity matters. Once we get to that point life becomes much easier to deal with. Hmm, I'm not sure I believe that. But then it does not matter. Another day of rambling on ... Wasn't that a Led Zep song? Or was it that magazing edited by Dr.Johnson of dictionary fame? I hope I am not making too much sense. La!

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Apparition
Apparition

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