BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,

Would have posted this last night, but ...

Somewhere, something was Not Working Right in between me and the Internet in The Wee Small Hours of the Morning (if Mr. Sinatra will allow me to borrow a song title here) ... Netscape couldn't find Google, couldn't find L.J., couldn't find Dogpile, but was able to follow most of the "naughty bits" links from TheHun just fine, go figure. I guess sometimes the universe presents you with a clear choice between surfing for smut and sleeping. Being a Libra, I opted for falling asleep at the keyboard.

Anyway ... my connectivity seems to back, so I can upload a lovely new poem for all you angst-starved masses out there!

                    SPIRALS GRINDING DEEPLY

                    cycling time
                    caught in downflows
                    places appear
                    devoid of context
                    locked into memories
                    frozen in pasts
                    we cannot access
                    we cannot redeem
                    nightmarish hells
                    becoming the real
                    we flee into sleep
                    for less bitter dreams
                    and shadowy realms
                    less killing and cruel
                    than these waking states
                    of eternal decline
                    wasted days
                    empty hours
                    no actions advance
                    no doing attains
                    we spin aimless
                    digging spirals
                    grinding deeply
                    into pointlessness
                    all is conflict
                    all is chaos
                    all is madness
                    and things gone wrong
                    there is no refuge
                    no place to hide
                    no zone of safety
                    beyond this storm
                    life is broken
                    lines have sheared
                    along these faults
                    we can not follow
                    any paths
                    we can not see
                    across the chasm
                    which holds our doom

                             - Brendan Tripp

                    Copyright © 2006 by Brendan Tripp

See! Fresh new poetry for your schadenfreudic enjoyment! Be happy! Live Long and Prosper! Have a nice day! Be One with the Force! Get Down, Boogie-oogie-oogie! Reap The Wild Wind! Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera ...

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