To think I truly forgot
what this is—a lie
& to think I understand
is a myth
finding it increasingly difficult
to keep this pen in my hands
followed with words I
couldn't possibly
understand.
Irrational; irresponsible,
no focus w/extra focus
& thoughts dribble from tongue
doing my best to keep my
spirits alive, in another
world I would
have
died.
problems & complexities
people w/ personalities
forever entwined.
associate with morning breeze
thru parks bench and ocean beach
a synonymous greeting of
affection caressing
your every curve.
It's always busy.
always.
something that shakes me to my center core
something that fills me with uncertain
flavour
something
something that
always.
It's never quiet.
lost a father to brainwash
mirroring myself unto
his fucking fate.
(a single penned line scribbled, capturing seven minutes of
Riders on the Storm.)
Kale Beaudry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tribute-to-dionysius-the-hellfire-of-the-60s-part-ii/
