Doldrums

People are people & it will always be...main inspiration for this poem.

so why in doldrums must i myself leave
through triggers and doorstops
i switch things as true
and bigger things and little kills
through cough syrup and jagged pills
corrosive throats and vows of will
where do i get off?

why in canyons must i learn
the things in which i travel through time
to study word between the lines
and left helpless on the clothesline
shatter and dagger amongst the trees
and shakedown, willing, for me to believe
so where do i get off?

why in loveless stories must i read
about the homeless man and his steed
&& the things they follow and believe
&& keep on clinging to the edge of the seat
&& whatever they pray to at night never shows its face
&& never fails to disappoint but yet is never replaced
where do we get off?

why grown men crumble in form of shady wives
grown in bigger sizes than most of things
diving deepest oceans for diamond rings
to make up for their lack of a bigger thing
so hard to make up but its so hard to get hard
through the world we sift, through the world we are
just trying to get off

ways to get off

Author's Note

Open for discussion=]

Reviews

[Tigran Avoundjian]

your syntax and grammar are all over the place...way too all over the place...to the point where im not sure there's any meaning in this poem. the individual lines speak volumes, but this poem is like a puzzle that's missing half the pieces, you just work and work and work and you still dont see the whole picture at the end of it. i think you start off on the wrong foot with the first line, the whole pronoun-reflexive pronoun-verb bit is disorienting and tongue twisting. i dig the concept, but you work your way to a resolution and nothing really comes out of it...it's incomplete and desperately calls for reworking.

thanks for the read,
keep writing.