Oh, speaking of the unending nightmare, here's another poem! Not only this new one, but I just uploaded all of February 1996 to the Big Poem Site (you know, at http://ii.am/btripp), so there's another 18 poems to read there now. Hopefully I'll both write another poem tomorrow and get another month done ... I'm quite far behind from where I was hoping to be with getting stuff up in the archive. Doing the editing is taking a bit longer than I'd figured, so the "year a month" plan has slowed down to about "year every two months" which means I'm going to be cranking through that editing process for a very very long time.
XENOPHOBIC WORLDS ALIGNED
unerring darkness,
seamless despite;
there are no lapses
within this damnation,
no gaps or edges
to let in hope,
no unfinished pieces
to provide an escape
we are weary
of this weight,
fatigued by days
which have no promise
but for the sureness
of worse ones yet
and unspoken horrors
yet to arise
we seek a refuge
inbetwixt time
taking some solace
in liminal frames,
the on-rushing moment
not lost nor attained,
the most subtle of places
outside of the dream
but this invisible harbor
can't save us for long,
we are blasted off balance
by the mundane's attacks
and fall into nightmares
unable to cope,
unable to deal,
unable to flee
this world hurtles
out of control,
its madnesses driving
all to despair,
its paranoid systems
all primed to destroy
that which is other,
that which is true
- Brendan Tripp
01/30/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp