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Cataracts Over Brunch

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Have you ever listened closely,
to the reverberations made by
the passing cars

Have you ever pretended to be asleep
despite having every reason in the
world to stay awake

Is there any more licorice left
Is it twisted in a knot or
flattened smooth

Does the canary still speak your name
She’d be what, thirteen now, I suppose
she’s probably not around any longer,
but then again, I have no awareness
when it comes to our feathered friends

Slide-winded
Broken, hemorrhagic
shard of spacial inequity

Combing up your prism
indenting each it’s steps

Higher, higher, higher until
the air invokes marshall law–
changing the pigmentation
of your life

Flittering free the siphoned speech
softly beats down

Glossing the battering ram that’s
become your home

Adjustment
Accomodate
Filament insinuation
of a charcoaled spirit
Destined
to beg
Fated
to thread
the inches short

So the Archangels can land safely
without worrying about the tendrils
that frequently smother fully,

completely

Have you ever abandoned something, then later
justify your actions by declaring this object as being
arbitrary

Have you ever invented something
that could change the world, yet kept
it to yourself

Are you listening, have you been

Of course you have,
what else is there to do
in such a place,
with such a view

Alone, yet far from lonely
Lonely, yet far from alone
just have to know
where the triggers are

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About hobgoblin2011

I'm a poet and aspiring screenwriter/songwriter with a passion for film, art, photography, philosophy and heavy metal. I love reading, mainly non-fiction, comic books, graphic novels, myth and reference. Family always comes first for me. I'm a proud father to two wonderful pups and two curious cats. I'm also a glutton for punishment aka the life of being a diehard Buffalo Bills and Sabres fan.

3 responses »

  1. hobgoblin2011

    The reading was done in this manner on purpose. Tried adding another level to the piece itself. Thanks.

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  2. I had to come back to this one, too intense a response on first read. Do you ever have that problem when encountering art, like being buried in an avalanche? Very well written and performed.

    Reply
    • hobgoblin2011

      Yeah, I do get that way quite a bit actually, in poetry, but definitely more so in certain pieces of art, perhaps it’s the addition of the visual aspect that really stuns me in my path, leaving me incapable of properly conveying exactly what I see. so glad you enjoyed this piece. Thanks

      Reply

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