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Here I am once more at rest,
Trying to compose a masterpiece
In the shadow of my waning consciousness.

It has been a long day

In a world I do not understand.

A day of working; toiling for ‘The Man.’

(I’ve never even met the guy…)
Has this society lost its mind?
Or maybe it’s just me…
Who is worthy to define
The line that binds insanity?
(I guess that would be ‘The Man’ again…)

Madness is nothing more

Than isolated genius;

Bound to the floor

Behind a closed door

That stands solid between us.
If we could open this door,
And step inside
The mind of the madman,
Then we too might understand.
The stigma of his madness would be lost;
Tossed aside to foreign lands…


While my diminishing sense of reason

Teeters precariously on the edge of extinction,

I find I am haunted by apparitions

Of things which have not yet been

(It seems the tides of time

Are on my side once again)…
The future sits at my left,
And the past at my right;
The present ran shrieking into the night…
(It’s too hot to be here right now anyway).

I would rather look into the eyes

Of a past love gone away,

Or turn the other way and negotiate

To keep that madness at bay.

(That’s what ‘The Man’ would want:

For me to sit quietly and behave)…
What is he hiding from us
With these prescribed lives dished out to the masses?
Lives seeking wealth and comfort and power;
The things for which their time passes.
(I’ve been dragged in as well).
…What is he distracting us from?..

I want to hunt for my meals,

And grow my own crops for food.

I will build my own residence

Wherever I choose.

I will help my neighbor at will;

We’ll all support each other

Without taxes or bills…
A non-violent anarchy?
“Couldn’t happen,” says ‘The Man.’
“And besides, I already own all the land.
So get down on your hands
And your knees for me.
Then I’ll tell you you’re free,
And you will believe.”

…Okay man, I’m free,

And I’ll be up early tomorrow

To make some more money…
Now I somberly slink off to bed…
Tomorrow’s approaching,
The present is dead.

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The following comments are for "“Relaxing Half-naked and Alone On a Hot Summer’s Eve”"
by ghostpoisonsturgeon

I truely enjoyed this. Thanks for posting

( Posted by: wanda [Member] On: July 2, 2007 )

some of this
I really enjoyed... largely, I suspect, because it rang true... there's wit at work here "I've never even met the guy" raised a smile, and the last five lines are truly stellar, pithy, to the point, and of universal resonance...

I do think though, that there are places this gets lost along the way, becomes winding and ponderous. although your meditations on madness are interesting, I think they're a poem all of their own, here they distract from the meat of this piece, if that makes any kind of sense?

course, all the above's just my opinion, which you can feel free to cheerfully ignore, it's your poem after all, and there's good stuff in here. look forward to reading more.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: July 2, 2007 )

Quite real.
I find your poem full of life while the Man actually wants us to live a life full of death.
The man wants us to see fear in strangers and shuns that we dare think for ourselves.
Great work!

( Posted by: moroccanron [Member] On: July 2, 2007 )

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