Title: The Fixation on Life is Silly
Subtitle: How everybody deals with it, and the only reason it's important.
and these poems the drool that stain your night
(Hiding underneath your sub-conscious
--that's what that means)
Emotion, the rash act you choose to personify
as separate from your ever-so-logical self
The actions you take are the plot-line you set right
Or if it's condemnable, something inevitable
Your tragic flaw seems not such a flaw
but something innate that puts us in awe
The End
Interestingly enough, is never the end
End a chapter, end a soliloquy
The dream Hamlet predicts is the natural fix
All along, scraping the ends and folding them into beginnings
Your rationale for decisions are comletely the truth, just
from the final and ever-changing actual end.
Modern Flaw
The wound beneath me
Bleeds for another
Mother gift to give
Shift actions too swift
Thoughts drift across some forgotten shore
Beg more to be with the original sin
See I almost forget what
Once you did love me
you're such a troubled artist!
ReplyDeleteI feel your ebbing depression :(
How Macabre... (wouldn't actually say that unless I was one of those title-tied hipsters),