Poem: Conflicted

Conflicted

 

my emotions had a way

of not being what was edited,

complicit in the overthrow

of the conformist rhymes.

 

there was a captain,

but the vassals had the rigging by the ropes,

and they tugged the sails along

toward what they thought a happy continent.

 

i saw in the mirror

a sphinx-like j’accuse,

straight in the epicenter of the tumult,

troubling calm eyes.

 

it seemed a sort of overthow, 

slaves in revolt in the workings, somehow, 

of the praticed carousel of the daily grind.

 

round and round it went,

and yet also to spiral,

drilling into the mucky earth

below the glossy parade of lies.

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2/1/24 ... mods

6/16 .. "tugged" becomes "tugging" ... so tired of editing, edit edit edit... 

6/14 ... more cosmetic mods for sound flow

6/8 ... various mods for sound and visual flow in the last three stanzas