THE THINNESS OF SANITY

The picture is of the hole in the ozone ... gives a nice view of the melting zone.

Careful

Not too far

Beyond's the vast vacuuminous, weighing on

While below...

The vulnerable density to which one clings

To which we all do cling

The above: all too puncturable

While below: impenetrable

Betwixing us herein...

Our cage

THIS -- a bar

TYRANNY -- another

OF -- another, another, all bars

FACT BASED REALITY -- steely bars of musical truth

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

Exhale

Air of the purest prose

Normality

Ordinariness

Tedium

... inhales ...

Fetid

Odure

Rotting

... exhales ...

Mediocrity

Everywhere

Such the aspirations of the sane

Very mean

Very average

Very, very, very ... ... ... very

Yet such a thin, thin thing this layer

This ... atmosphere of the mind

Fragile, finite ... thin

CAREFUL!

Not too far now, me ducks!

And yet

And yet

In the poetry beyond sanity freedom lies

Bestet of liars

But o what yapping puppy of a lie!

There, there, yes, let me stroke you, do

Lick my face puppy freedom!

 

You see how we do cling

To what?

An atmosphere

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

Ah yes the oxygen of fam-il-i-ar-it-y

And safety

Nice, predictable, good-for-business safety

But don't it drive you mad, me duck?

Sanity is feminine discuss

Did World War I happen that Wilfred Owen

Could write 'Futility'?

Cling, cling, cling-a-tee-cling

Has a ring, n'est pas?

Jibber-jabber, kibber-kabber

Sanity its dangerous opposite mates

And if that dangerous opposite proves infinite interest?

More than this thin, thin layer of poll-u-ted air

Careful!

Mind that hole in the o-so-zone

That widening hole

In the sanity of dom'ed humanity

Through which I now vanish ... into poems

 

Jibber-kabber, kibber-jabber

"I just don't know how to, like, deal with these feeling."

Careful now

Lest someone shows you, takes you, leads you on

To where you really should not go

Oh no

Mind creaks open

Poems flooding through

Lobbing grenades as they go

Oh no

Twisting trenches

Busy red ovens

Postmodern sneers

Who let the poems?

Was it you?

Who let the poems loose with what reason?

Madness is masculine disgust. 

Reviews

[An Ordinary Woman]

Who let the poems loose with what reason?

I think this poem is genius.

The metaphor is fantastic and it strikes home a truth that between poet to poet I figured out early on. In part, it saddens me but also I cannot help but be grateful.

Lovely writing, as always!

[Wildfleour]

Exactly.

My favorite line: "In the poetry beyond sanity freedom lies"

In the realm of insanity, there is much freedom. Sanity has much stricter boundaries.

[Bubo]

Your use of metaphors is stunning............such a creepy piece when u really read it..........reminds me of
the thin membrane covering the brain, holding all those thoughts..........must be how I feel today.......
the depths of a mind.

[Gary H]

I had to snigger at the Wilfred Owen reference....interesting to know what he would have written about if it wasn't for the war. 'Inhale exhale' - a reference to a Prodigy tune? - and their sanity - I'm remembering the Firestarter video here. Of course we all know there is no 'fact based reality' any more. I guess facts don't make news or interest us any longer.
Great stuff - I could go on but I'm sure you would recommend I didn't!