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Of Bards and Boulevards

I am a poet, and I am here to tell you a story.

But, be forewarned, for I do not narrate. I simply leave mischievous glimpses and equivocal fragments for you to pick up and stitch together on your own. I do not wish to be straightforward; for the better adventure is surrendered on a vertical highway. Instead I provide narrow twisted paths and interminable dead ends, unhelpful road signs and perennially blinking broken traffic lights, confusing directions to nowhere that will lead you to everywhere. It is solely up to you to decide where you shall end up, whether it be a populated city with brightly glowing billboard lights, or a dark narrow alleyway with a fetid corpse abandoned under the dumpster. The exact same steps taken can lead to either one at any given time. The travel is truly yours to pursue, and I am merely there to provide you with what scant counsel you might require, and even then, my offers of assistance might be questionable, and the information given will be more misleading than useful. For I am a poet, not a mere storyteller, and my intricate words are your only guide, your sole map and compass in this discordant infinite chaos of a universe that I have created. Never take them as they are, and pray caution, for they do not want you to arrive at your destination. And neither do I.

I am a poet, and I’ll tell you to get lost.

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confabulation perambulation

indirect

conversations

we have

in our passing

plights

but with all the

confusion,

i wonder who’s

still right.

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Descry

I’m struck sick with disgust

Bitter putrid and greenly sick

The peptic taste of indigestion

Overflowing and ever so rich

.

Wretched whispers I followed

Into the roaring damp old cave

Hoping there’s a bit of light for me

That I could still manage to save

.

Truth and information unsaid

Hearsay stuck in my dumb head

Discovered under the white sheets

A rotten tooth in sticky candy treat

.

Swirled confusion and contusions

Lesions in my buffering brain

Twirled allusions and illusions

Can’t make sense of all this pain

.

I didn’t see, I haven’t learned

When my suspicions were aroused

They were never really confirmed

But the truth will always come out

.

Can’t even make me forget

Can’t even change destiny’s hate

Can’t even change sides on a bet

In this cruel cosmic joke that I ate

.

I didn’t really wish to ever know

True that ignorance was sweet bliss

If only memories could simply go

I’d leave her hanging in the darkest pit.

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