"What a world ... what a world ..." Chaos. Anarchy. Insanity. Yep ... plus lots of falling asleep at the keyboard. I have five new poems that I hadn't had a chance to get typed up before that I am trying to get done today. We'll see how this goes. The first of them is below. So many things on the "To Do" list and just too damn few hours to get to all of them. ... so, read this one now and see how it goes for the rest of the day:
EXCEPT BY MADNESS
all these failures
stacked up around me,
a rain of cubes
torrential, unrelenting,
each block drips anguish,
each new arrival
compounding pain
in this field of uselessness
some other being
might take these things
these cubes, these blocks,
and make of them
some perverse construction;
but I can feel
the tremors waiting
to destroy whatever we build
no intent is sated here,
no desire slaked
by cool clear waves
of sweet accomplishment;
we are damned to this,
cast down in drab states
which give no solace
or offer us relief
harried by the world
and all its mundane imps;
no dark arcana strikes us,
no mystical malaise,
these are the ills
of day and drudgery,
the killing web
set out for those like us
how to leave here?
except by madness,
is there any escape?
the world's corruption
seeps through every pore
tainting all things,
what fish survives
when water turns to sludge?
- Brendan Tripp
05/28/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
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