Do nuts
by tantricslide
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-04-27 02:02:00
Absurdity fell in love
with stupidity
and reality was born.
Everyone becomes a stone
A rock
without the casting wind
The world loses it’s ability
to unite
as the broken pieces fall.
It is a weight, to drag me under.
And under, I find, lifelessness
where the only problem you have
is looking for a solution
to the madnesses above.
I can hear shouting
deep within the silence
I can taste blood
deep within the wound
I can hear the cries for freedom
as the ghost of sanity
slowly cuts the child’s throat.
So I dream myself, to an island…..
Absurdity knocks on the door
the Idiot answers
– a poet is born.