Absinthe Makes the Mind go Yonder

#3 in a series for the Blue Room.

Like being underwater,
Voices are garbled and faces waver.

For this night my world is “happy”.
Whatever that means, really,
But there’s a smile on my face,
And nothing morose enters
The bitter-sweet catacombs inside my head
Just the music and the safety of noise
From people seeking this word “happy”,
Much like me…
There’s a certain comradery here.

This sweet state of cheerful oblivion
Is known as “erasing tapes”.
Tomorrow,
When I wake to the too bright sun,
Memory will be killed off a bit more
Until one day, in the end,
I will have given myself a lobotomy
And die peacefully in my sleep
Unaware that I was ever unhappy at all.

Reviews

[Pema Dorje]

Happiness is highly over rated as something to be achieved where the process of being engaged in life brings experiences that are filled with Awe and Wonder where even miseries become the carving tools of our Great Work; becoming whom we ought to be!

a whimsical write C.

[Antony]

Mimi, your title for this poem is remarkable. I believe we have all been in this state of mind at one time or another, we will do almost anything to be in a happy frame of mind, but it has its way of tricking us as our brain cells deteriorate and we wake to lifes realities.
Tony

[*** Hey Jude***]

I can understand the emotions you describe about the word "happy", especially when used so repetitively at this time of year. Its sounds though that you found a comforting atmosphere until yet another day arises with the hope of yesterday done and gone. I love the way you used the word Absynthe in your title...perfect! Always a pleasure Mimi ~ Judi xo

[T. L. O'Neal]

Really good write and some sort of escape is needed to get away from it all. I don't know if I would choose Absynthe, it didn't work to well for Van Gogh. lol But seriously, it was an enjoyable read with a lot of depth. T

[Roxy's Writes Rocks th..]

Oh I do like this write. I am a recovering alcoholic and proud of it. This write is so true, unfortunately numbing out in whatever form we choose -from our emotions- can kill us as stated in your last stanza. You write with such conviction and ever so poetically. I am happy to read your writing so send me more. It is odd how we can take ugly things and make them sound beautiful, that is the art of being a great writer. I love seeing this in print time after time. Eloquence comes to mind. Well done my new friend. Keep up the good work, I wonder if this is the same Mike I am thinking of. I am smiling now! Peace Roxy

[Mackenzie J. Burns]

Surely it does make the mind go yonder, I bought some very expensive real absinthe from Czechoslovakia a while back and it gave me a clearheaded mellow feeling, much like this poem did, I'd love to hear this spoken.