08-14-2012, 12:11 PM
I thought of the idea of this whilst on the 7 mile walk home from a Rave... A come-down can be humbling.
I have been having trouble with this for a while, I think I have just about cracked it, but I donno. I feel it needs review. Thanks =]
Tc.
Rave-down.
So, I love you.
Or at least, I think I do
until that frightful morning comes, frightful is a rather drastic word
and I realise I'd rather fracture my thumb
than talk to this stranger for another
knuckle dragging moment;
For their ain't no hope of consolatory colloquial tone sudden and forced
atonement when you find one’s self
blaming time it's self for existing: like the concept, not the colon
prolonging it's self
so that it drags out your suffering.
all this for the sake of the universe's health!
Errgh God Damn, Always fun to add some Yiddish
am I really that selfish that
I would ask a crack/in dimensional line breaks suggested in red
space-time fabric /like some crazy soddin’ manic
Rose or Einstein figurin’ out a better way to loop back
to their own bed earlier just so they can
lie down, go to sleep and recover?
Fuck it.
‘course I would! Maybe stick all with either questions or answers
‘Coz can’t you see I'm frightfully starting falter?
‘n’ how my consciousness is about to slip,
with every foot-step, my eyes are forced into slits
feeling it drawing me ever closer like the break of day into
dawn
and just like the sun, my heart’s rising, starting to feel the flow better here
pounding, nothing but the onomatopoeia keeping me awake
with the 7 mile promise of home
keeping me staked, gripped into place
amongst the rippling blanket of space-time,
oh whose waves are collapsing in on me,
Oh behold the end of my escapism, watch it fold in upon me! suddenly archaic styling now
engulfing me again into this, my endless
rat race, this tail gating consumerism
that defines my need to be ‘endlessly’ happy...
(A constant personal pressure, of mine)
02:58
11/07/12
TDJ Tovey
It's a bit of a mix. Natural style, colloquial, then natural, then a bit archaic. Also a mix of questions and answers. I know that is what you do, having walked 5 miles from a bar once, but perhaps not in the poetic summation of such a trek.
I have been having trouble with this for a while, I think I have just about cracked it, but I donno. I feel it needs review. Thanks =]
Tc.
Rave-down.
So, I love you.
Or at least, I think I do
until that frightful morning comes, frightful is a rather drastic word
and I realise I'd rather fracture my thumb
than talk to this stranger for another
knuckle dragging moment;
For their ain't no hope of consolatory colloquial tone sudden and forced
atonement when you find one’s self
blaming time it's self for existing: like the concept, not the colon
prolonging it's self
so that it drags out your suffering.
all this for the sake of the universe's health!
Errgh God Damn, Always fun to add some Yiddish
am I really that selfish that
I would ask a crack/in dimensional line breaks suggested in red
space-time fabric /like some crazy soddin’ manic
Rose or Einstein figurin’ out a better way to loop back
to their own bed earlier just so they can
lie down, go to sleep and recover?
Fuck it.
‘course I would! Maybe stick all with either questions or answers
‘Coz can’t you see I'm frightfully starting falter?
‘n’ how my consciousness is about to slip,
with every foot-step, my eyes are forced into slits
feeling it drawing me ever closer like the break of day into
dawn
and just like the sun, my heart’s rising, starting to feel the flow better here
pounding, nothing but the onomatopoeia keeping me awake
with the 7 mile promise of home
keeping me staked, gripped into place
amongst the rippling blanket of space-time,
oh whose waves are collapsing in on me,
Oh behold the end of my escapism, watch it fold in upon me! suddenly archaic styling now
engulfing me again into this, my endless
rat race, this tail gating consumerism
that defines my need to be ‘endlessly’ happy...
(A constant personal pressure, of mine)
02:58
11/07/12
TDJ Tovey
It's a bit of a mix. Natural style, colloquial, then natural, then a bit archaic. Also a mix of questions and answers. I know that is what you do, having walked 5 miles from a bar once, but perhaps not in the poetic summation of such a trek.