Variations on a Theme: Poetics

[MorpheusSandman]

I
As I sit I’ll tackle and counter contradictions in the diction of this auto-dictation:
“Silent Screams!”
“Blinding Darkness!”
I’ll dive and bellyflop into the abyss of the abstract unconscious
Wrestle with phantasms and forms of sense impressions
To cage a lurking fugitive in the prison of language;
Behind bars of representative strings of text
Oh, how slippery!
One can only gaze
And battle monsters
For so long
The silver cord and lifeline snaps
And the imprisoner becomes the imprisoned

II.
I’ll utter thousands of platitudes in print and claim them myself
If only truth wasn’t so often uttered.
The words that once made a made a meal are half-baked banal bread
Smelt
Tasted
Swallowed
Digested
Now just expelled fertilizer
Given to grow the grass
Of the new and bold
It will be walked on and trampled down too
In time

III.
This linguistic game -
For one can only call it a game
To take it seriously is to go insane -
Is the ultimate conqueror
It gives us our illusion
That we can play the master
Kings and queens
Those who believe it are fortune’s fools
They amuse the muse
We’ll work and till this land to plant our seeds
Only to benefit a larger kingdom
We’ll never rule

[cogs]

wow. i agree in theory. in practice, poetry is too much fun. i love your linear thought. i once wrote: "reused as new tender to try hopeful initiates". if my poetry is recycled, at least i don't know it. i'll read this a few more times, as it's kind of addicting.

[MorpheusSandman]

Thanks cogs.