Cream
Cream
He and he and he and him. Walking down the street. Financing himself. Brightening up. Going down. Challenging and dynamic.
What bullshit! Slaving away. Accomplishing nothing. Being miserable.
What bullshit!
She handed me down a memory of time and place. And I sunk it.
We went around. We went by.
She dreamed of time and I dreamed of place.
We wanted memories. We had to replace.
I wished down dreams. And sought refuge.
She moved on. And I was left with the deluge.
But I refuse. And I reuse.
Into my emptied rhyme.
And speed of clime.
Seeking the inevitable.
Undercutting my destiny. Reigning in the cosmos.
Overload. Citing reaction and stipulation.
The note read.
But certainly he wasn’t dead. He had sought what we all seek, his own perception. Crawling with his own perfection. Know….Seek… He was out in space. Ahead of time.
Reaching backwards to crawl out of himself. Bending himself to the devil’s will.
Why are you asking these questions?
What do you want?
Leave me alone!
Where’s the escape!
I sought refuge from myself. In my own ecstasy of termination.
Such was the vacuous loathing-artists (re)creation.
SCRRRRREEEEEAAAMM!
He and he and he and him. Walking down the street. Financing himself. Brightening up. Going down. Challenging and dynamic.
What bullshit! Slaving away. Accomplishing nothing. Being miserable.
What bullshit!
She handed me down a memory of time and place. And I sunk it.
We went around. We went by.
She dreamed of time and I dreamed of place.
We wanted memories. We had to replace.
I wished down dreams. And sought refuge.
She moved on. And I was left with the deluge.
But I refuse. And I reuse.
Into my emptied rhyme.
And speed of clime.
Seeking the inevitable.
Undercutting my destiny. Reigning in the cosmos.
Overload. Citing reaction and stipulation.
The note read.
But certainly he wasn’t dead. He had sought what we all seek, his own perception. Crawling with his own perfection. Know….Seek… He was out in space. Ahead of time.
Reaching backwards to crawl out of himself. Bending himself to the devil’s will.
Why are you asking these questions?
What do you want?
Leave me alone!
Where’s the escape!
I sought refuge from myself. In my own ecstasy of termination.
Such was the vacuous loathing-artists (re)creation.
SCRRRRREEEEEAAAMM!
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To be honest this poem was written in quite an emotional manic state and might not be any good because of it. I didn't have a pre-ordained plan when I wrote it: I wrote it very automatically.