Why lookie there ... another poem!
Well, "in all the confusion" I didn't manage to get any writing done for a whole week. Of course, with all the WTC-911 stuff, I got nearly no work done this past week either (well, a few projects here and there). Finally had my "standard" writing time ... one of Daughter #1's martial arts classes, so took advantage of that. By the way, that job that I've been back-and-forth with is looking more "back" at the morment, they want me to draw up a proposal for how I see it, and then we'll discuss. This is good, since I was really bummed out after having talked to the first guy ... I think the other folks I'll be working with have a better reality around what is or is not a good use of my time! This still is going to pay me only something like 1/3 of my old salary, but it has the benefits of being from home, and has the potential of being a lot of fun (it also has the potential of being a regal pain in the ass ... but they aren't going to be paying me enough to put up with a lot of crap!). Anyway ... here, a mere couple of hours since it was scribbled ... is the new poem:
IN DAYS OF CHAOS, DARK INSIDE
we slip between
unsteady states
driven on by forces
not ourselves,
not our own,
wildly swinging
from stance to stance,
yet always empty, always void
we can not achieve
the marks we set
we can not reach
the needed frame;
anguish and terror
theme the day,
both inner and outer,
matrix and node
too many things
aligning here
we can't find hours
to hold them all,
we can't stay conscious
through night and day
to fill these lists
with completion's checks
too many projects
and too few options,
nothing here can sustain
the flow of life
as worlds collapse
and madness reigns,
our private nightmares
strangely brought to light
every growth
seems cruelly set
within contrivance,
a waiting trap;
every step we make today
must be with caution
as so many horrors wait
the slightest faulty move
- Brendan Tripp
09/19/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
IN DAYS OF CHAOS, DARK INSIDE
we slip between
unsteady states
driven on by forces
not ourselves,
not our own,
wildly swinging
from stance to stance,
yet always empty, always void
we can not achieve
the marks we set
we can not reach
the needed frame;
anguish and terror
theme the day,
both inner and outer,
matrix and node
too many things
aligning here
we can't find hours
to hold them all,
we can't stay conscious
through night and day
to fill these lists
with completion's checks
too many projects
and too few options,
nothing here can sustain
the flow of life
as worlds collapse
and madness reigns,
our private nightmares
strangely brought to light
every growth
seems cruelly set
within contrivance,
a waiting trap;
every step we make today
must be with caution
as so many horrors wait
the slightest faulty move
- Brendan Tripp
09/19/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp