UNFAIR GROUNDS

06 18 13

I. What If I Wish

What if I wish
not to sleep
What if I endeavour
not to invest
in the optimism of
the digital finality of
midnight pills and
cloudy glasses
What if I pretend
to live numberless
and pulverize
integer conformity
What if I could
What then
if I did

What a joke

II. To Forget Midnight

I write
to forget midnight

(New Year's Eve
Are you listening?)

Keep the stars
Screw the mysteries
and theories that
impale the firmament
like a junkie dart
in a dead callus

III. For Cotton Candy?

What if cotton candy
penetrated self-inflicted
metaphors of malaise
with a lemon-shaded
downpour of sucrose
instead of ashen
thunderclouds evaporating
like amusement park
con artists

Keep the embryonic
morning quilt of clouds
seasoned with the
cross-breed insinuation
of swiss cheese and
cotton candy

New Year's Eve
Are you listening?

IV. What A Joke, or 12:01

I write
to get on with
the next day at a time

Author's Note

Captcha: overfear

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

A lot to ponder here, amazing. What if the numbers on that clock had no meaning, and time did not dictate our existence... if everything that looked sweet actually was... if one day at a time didn't need to be one minute at a time.

Some thoughts your words have given me - I don't know if these were the intended concepts, but that's what is so great about poetry. I am impressed with this!

[kublakhan27]

There were many things swirling around in my head when I wrote this one, none of them good unfortunately but I felt a little better after I got it off my chest...time is certainly a huge player here and your ideas certainly line up with some of the sentiments I was trying to get across...I guess the predominant theme was the monotony of everyday life and how we are indeed slaves to the clock, be it consciously or not...it's a pretty personal piece so I'm really glad you liked it :)

[Androglossia]

This took me back to my convo with a friend about how time became our greatest enemy and how it often wins. I was thinking that in life, the greatest challenge is not facing our greatest fear nor winning over our other selves, our dominant essential being. The greatest challenge is keeping pace with time. There is a lot of things to ponder on this write, Steve and as always, you haven't failed to keep my mind at work:)

[kublakhan27]

Some say that time heals all wounds, others say it waits for no one...I have always been more sympathetic to the latter school of thought...it's like an incurable disease that one can only hope to control with medication...of course, the words are my meds (all my real meds notwithstanding)...I'm still pondering this piece myself...it was written in an agitated state, as has been the case with the last few things I've written...thank you as always Maryanne, for the time you take to immerse yourself in my words...I like to make people think (duh) so I'm glad this one has done that :)

[Androglossia]

I've also noticed that on your recent writes. The good thing is, it channels emotion and it's what made your words come to life. Yes, I agree with the latter. I think it's an absolute logic. You're very welcome, Steve. You know how I loved to delve into your pool of words:)

[kublakhan27]

Another thing you've heard me allude to regularly is the fear of where my head would be if I didn't have that outlet...I always cherish your input my friend :)

[Androglossia]

Oh, I'm pretty sure I will still find your head above your shoulders ;D It is technically our heads that find the perfect outlet for us.

[kublakhan27]

Haha I don't know how my shoulders have borne the weight of my psyche all these years ;D

[Pryde Foltz]

Your metaphors are masterful

[kublakhan27]

Thank you, that means a lot^^

[Melobldnfr]

Wow, Hon. I really like: "What if cotton candy
penetrated self-inflicted
metaphors of malaise
with a lemon-shaded
downpour of sucrose
instead of ashen
thunderclouds evaporating
like amusement park
con artists". Puts me in mind of the work of healing the inner child. Thanks. Xo.

[kublakhan27]

:) There was certainly a lot of healing involved in the process of getting this piece written...so glad you like it...thanks bud :) xo

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

I really enjoyed these groups of poems and the very unique way you described your depression with words such as Embryonic and Lemon-Shaded. I also enjoyed how each one was a gradual build onto the last one, only by reading the last stanza does the entire picture become clear. Good write.

[kublakhan27]

Thank you my friend, glad you like it and understand where I was coming from.

[AlchemicPlutonian]

'What if cotton candy
penetrated self-inflicted
metaphors of malaise
with a lemon-shaded
downpour of sucrose
instead of ashen
thunderclouds evaporating
like amusement park
con artists '

This is probably my favorite stanza I've read this week.

Especially in a heavily metaphorical collection, and ESPECIALLY following a really low toned stanza about 'junkie darts and callus'', this stanza just comes off so fantastically 'what if' in juxtoposition.

What if instead. Cotton Candy?
Even then it's still a con.

Goddd. Great work.

[kublakhan27]

Thank you for your praise Sandbox, it means a lot :)

[Caradoc]

My mind doesn't know quite what to make of this. It is...beyond me.

That doesn't happen often.

-Caradoc

[kublakhan27]

Thank you for reading.

[Caradoc]

You're very welcome.

[Caradoc]

Hey my friend, congratulations! Your goal has been met. Twenty reviews on one piece!

[kublakhan27]

Haha thank you friend...I noticed that just a little while ago...I will whine no longer, not about that anyway :P

[writ rajat]

Its what I love to read

[kublakhan27]

Glad you liked it, many thanks.

[redflutterby]

My what if's become more convoluted as the clock ticks later. There was a time when id write till three or four in the morning. But work and life got in the way. Sad but we roll with the punches and take what we can get I guess. Fantastic write here. ;-)

[kublakhan27]

I hear that...if I didn't know how convoluted my questions got with the passing of age and time, I knew when I finished this piece...I have many reasons for being up that late, none of which I want, except for the fact that I get a lot of writing done after hours...this was a completely different animal though...I've written things that could have been written any time of day, but if this piece did not get written on the night it was written, it would never have happened...glad you liked it Red ;)

[kublakhan27]

What a good write my friend, the so many "What if's" in this do make me truly ponder, for I'm a "What if-er" too. I always say; "True art never sleeps" for I meet you there my friend ;) this fight, or inner fight is hard at times, but on days we have rest, we can look backwards for what we have produced... do you know what I mean? :) It's a perfect way here to protest, or to say no: "to all civil manifests" that's what I got from this, as infact it's just a normal day, and each and every night, we pass midnight... Again here I see the 3 stanza brilliance, back from the last time I mailed you that example, that's fantastic. The psychadellic music of Styx is fantastic here, "reminds me of one of my meetings with Dionysos" LOL ;)

Great work my friend, you never dissapoint me. xoxo

- Elisa

[kublakhan27]

A repeated stretch of "What if's" are not a device I would want to utilize on a regular basis, but this piece was a perfect storm of circumstances, none of them good unfortunately...thankfully things have cooled down a bit since and hopefully I do not have to write something like this again for a long time, or feel like I did when I wrote it...I totally believe that true art never sleeps :) I've written probably the bulk of my life's catalogue after hours but like I said, this one was a different animal...I've written a lot of stuff that could have been written at any point on the clock, but there was only one night when this was going to get written...and once I did finally get some rest the next day (cuz I didn't sleep at all that night) I was able to look back and realize that it did help immensely to get it all out, but that's how poetry is supposed to work right? ;)

I'm quite happy that you like the song as well...I have all their albums and I just had to add this song cuz it sums up EXACTLY how I felt when I was writing...actually, it almost reads like a non-euphoric paraphrasing of my words LOL One can never have too much psychedelia in their lives, not artists anyway ;) Thank you again for understanding (all of it!) my friend...it makes me happy knowing my words entertain you xxoo

The way you bring music here, is the same, as I do, for I, "Or bring music after a write I wrote" or I bring music, on a write when I wrote on that particular piece. So it's connected, second to that, I understood the meaning of that night in particular. For maybe I didn't wanted to dig deeper on it for psychological reasons, and overbloomed it with discreteness. You are a fantastic thinker and writer :) for I am a fan!

[kublakhan27]

:D xo

Sleep well my dear friend xoxo :) till the next episode :D