The Joke Is On Me

I am obsessed

I am possessed

Writing has me by the balls

And it’s threatening to squeeze

And twist if I don’t keep this

Pen moving…

These words flowing…

 

If I stop I cease to exist

The f*****g world will end

Everything will disappear in

The dead stare of mediocrity…

 

This is no joke!

It’s f*****g serious!

 

The word moves us onward

The catalyst of the new pioneer

Exploring the depths of verbiage

It sings us into reality…

 

And that’s just it…

 

Sometimes it’s too real…

 

I’ve become the product of madmen;

Bukowski, Celine, Miller, Bowles, Burroughs, Sartre,

Rimbaud, Baudelaire, Dick, Kerouac, Cohen, and so many others…

 

What chance do I have?

 

My once blissful ignorance

Shattered by paperback books bought

In a used bookstore on Main Street.

 

My head is an overloaded factory

About to explode in a beautiful passion

Or a deadly self-destruction…

Most likely a combination of the two.

 

I am the possessed lunatic

Ranting to myself

Searching and sifting through

The ruins of the past…

Self-medicating with dollar store pens

And notebooks that fall apart…

Trying to point out to the world and myself

That happiness is as easy as just being…

 

But I go about it in a very superfluous way

Labouring it on the page when I should be

Floating it by example.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

My head is an overloaded factory

About to explode in a beautiful passion

Or a deadly self-destruction…

Most likely a combination of the two.
This is exactly how i feel...this passion,unease until i have written something,it is so hard not to float and remain grounded..:)

[Bean]

I know what you mean about being owned by your prose. It can be so frustrating

[David Lewis Paget]

As my history lecturer once said - (sometime in the dim bowels of history) - 'If you don't exist on paper, you don't exist.' Certainly from a historian's point of view, he was correct. Perhaps that is what drives us to write? An attempt to foil history by becoming immortal, like the Bard. Well put my friend.

'If I stop I cease to exist
The f*****g world will end.'

[Hedra Helix]

F**k yes!!! Its like every poem of yours I read I want to go this one too!

ohh man mr crane please please please come visit, lets ge philosophical from hammocs please!

as soon as i get my first writing check my a*s is making you spend two months with me and were gonna write something, that isnt a threat thats real.