BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,
BTRIPP
btripp

What a crappy day ...

Man ... I just hate it when days go like this. I got into a worse mode by the minute, and was in full-blown Tourettes-like fume by the time I was on my way home with The Girls from dojo. I'm amazed that I've never killed anybody on days like this, as there was nothing I would have liked better than to beat some stupid asshole to death with my bare hands today. Bleh. Lucky you that ONE of my irritations was that I was never quite able to get the time to write a poem, since it would have been a fucking doozy of hate spewing rage! Instead, you get this rather frivolous piece thrown together yesterday ... a much more pleasant read, I can assure you!


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                    CRAZED VECTORS, POISONED STATES


                    1
                    another day
                    gone aft agley,
                    another morn
                    on which to mourn
                    amidst a life
                    that's naught but strife,
                    pent by a race
                    with evil's face
                    2
                    such illnesses...
                    we plunge into a pit
                    of unsuspected ailing,
                    we can not function
                    despite demand,
                    we can not suffice
                    for these tasks before us,
                    these fleeting dreams
                    3
                    hidden, hidden,
                    oh, hidden space,
                    would I could find you
                    and crawl into your
                    comforting darkness
                    to shelter me
                    from these blades
                    and raging storms
                    4
                    holy nightmare,
                    Batman;
                    how little's left
                    of which to draw,
                    we sink into
                    unsullied pasts
                    trying not to be
                    the target of the day
                    5
                    we are diverted,
                    scrambled, misaligned,
                    our vector is crazed,
                    leaving us delirious,
                    unable to crawl
                    to find the light,
                    to pass beyond
                    this poisoned state


                             - Brendan Tripp
                                05/22/2002

                    Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
 
 



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