Oh, look ... POEMS ... three of nine

OK .. I'm back. I'm in a MUCH worse mood, mind you, but I'm back (for those of you who might conceivably give a fuck about my moods, this one got fucked up by a) just missing the Red Line b) having to wait 15 minutes for the next train ... usually a 5-10 minute wait ... c) then having to wait another 20 minutes at Belmont for the Brown Line d) being VERY LATE for Daughter #1's dojo thanks to the fucking CTA e) finding that she's going to have to wait ANOTHER month to get her yellow belt because we didn't make it there in the "promotion period" this month, even though they had her belt and certificate all ready for her!) Needless to say, I just want to fucking BREAK something right now but instead I'm here uploading the lovelies ...




                    COLLAPSE, IMPLOSION, WREKAGE


                    slow motion crashes
                    objects in flight
                    transgressing time
                    beings in motion
                    gravity's grasp
                    waiting collapse
                    implosion, wreakage
                    in days ahead

                    we move from the space
                    occupied by the rut
                    we tweak the hours
                    and seek to shift lines
                    to new relations
                    unsure if change brings
                    more doom, more dark
                    or access into light

                    hampered by illness
                    we can't run with intent
                    the sideshows curdle
                    the distractions decay
                    we take part in plays
                    knowing the return
                    is fraught with pain
                    and dire discomfort

                    yet the context
                    must be sought here
                    we can't abandon
                    that which it is
                    we are driven
                    towards these ends
                    without an option
                    to steer away

                    how we ache to be freed
                    from these constraints
                    to break from the cage
                    and throw off the chain
                    entering nirvanas
                    or utopian climes
                    no matter how delusional
                    no matter how insane





                             - Brendan Tripp
                                09/22/2002

                    Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp