Poem: Conflicted

Conflicted

 

my emotions had a way

of not being what was edited,

and therefore complicit in the overthrow

of the rhymes.

 

there was a captain,

but the vassals had the rigging by the ropes,

and they tugged the sails along

toward what they thought was a happy continent.

 

in the mirror

i saw some sphinx-like j’accuse,

straight in the epicenter 

of the tumult of my troubled, calm eyes.

 

it was a sort of overthow, for sure,

slaves in revolt in the workings 

of the praticed carousel of the daily grind.

 

round and round,

and yet also to spiral,

drilling into the muck of the earth

below the glossy parade of lies.

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5/26 depressing depression poem

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