BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,

I promised you poems ... #5

Some of these have been chronologically disjointed, as I've previously discussed ... with 2-3 stanzas done in one context, and the rest added later ... I don't even want to talk about how bad this week's been for this stuff. Just as well as there is minimal likelihood that anybody will ever give a fuck about when specific poems were actually penned. (sigh) If only there were 72 hours in each day! This is the last of the current bunch, but I might very well have another to foist on you in the later hours tongiht:

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                    ONLY FOR ITS NAME

                    only those things
                    that do not maintain
                    only those things
                    which do not survive
                    gain credence here
                    nothing real or pure or true
                    attains subsistence
                    in a world built on lies

                    all these darknesses
                    swirl around me
                    they taint my breath
                    and stain my eyes
                    they cast a pall
                    on all achievement
                    and wrap a shroud
                    over our recall

                    too much is shifting
                    beneath these forms
                    we can not trace
                    the lines scribed yesterday
                    we can not track
                    the path we've taken
                    to reach this abyss
                    this deep of shame

                    we are touched by illness
                    on every plane,
                    no plans, no intents
                    grow amid this;
                    all is poisoned
                    by outer states,
                    made damaged,
                    unable to repair

                    no way of knowing
                    how bad things can be,
                    all is plummet,
                    all descent;
                    we find no bottom,
                    no final state,
                    just degradation,
                    dire within despair

                             - Brendan Tripp

                    Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp

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