SOOOO tired last night ...
OK ... so getting up on Thrusday at 6:30am probably had a lot to do with it, but I was shocked to find myself asleep at the keyboard by 11:30pm. BLEH. How fucking mundane is THAT? A bad sign for the future ... a very very bad sign. Anyway, I didn't get anything much done last night beyond reading my LJ Friends list (and we all know what a constructive use of time that is) so this didn't get typed up. Oh my! Well, here it is ... more poetry.
By the way, The Girls are taking me out to the Cubs game today for Father's day. This should be .... interesting. Daughter #1 has never made it more than 3 innings through a game, and Daughter #2 might not even do that. Oh, well. It will be nice to see Wrigley Field again ... I used to have weekend & night season seats there (for about 10 years) but haven't been there in a couple of years.
AGAIN WE SLIP TO THE ABYSS
like a landslide
we are ground beneath
on-rushing stone
like an avalanche
we are smothered
in a white-out of doubt
swept without bearing
not knowing what
all our misgivings
burst to life
vague things in shadow
step out as monster
and strike us down
we have lost the challenge
failed the test
made self-loathing's mark
such is the way
of the real day
the pattern that the world
impresses on us
nothing good
may grace this life
no relief
from constant strife
why must every fear
be realized
when every hope is crushed
and spit out with our prayers?
why must we falter
at every step
and be mocked for our slip
derided for our imperfection?
will there never be
escape from this,
from the chains of the mundane
consensus life?
can we never break free of this
destroying world,
to live at last
in that other plane?
- Brendan Tripp
00/00/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
By the way, The Girls are taking me out to the Cubs game today for Father's day. This should be .... interesting. Daughter #1 has never made it more than 3 innings through a game, and Daughter #2 might not even do that. Oh, well. It will be nice to see Wrigley Field again ... I used to have weekend & night season seats there (for about 10 years) but haven't been there in a couple of years.
AGAIN WE SLIP TO THE ABYSS
like a landslide
we are ground beneath
on-rushing stone
like an avalanche
we are smothered
in a white-out of doubt
swept without bearing
not knowing what
all our misgivings
burst to life
vague things in shadow
step out as monster
and strike us down
we have lost the challenge
failed the test
made self-loathing's mark
such is the way
of the real day
the pattern that the world
impresses on us
nothing good
may grace this life
no relief
from constant strife
why must every fear
be realized
when every hope is crushed
and spit out with our prayers?
why must we falter
at every step
and be mocked for our slip
derided for our imperfection?
will there never be
escape from this,
from the chains of the mundane
consensus life?
can we never break free of this
destroying world,
to live at last
in that other plane?
- Brendan Tripp
00/00/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp