Killing the Self-Conscious Dream

[rowens]

As I become a red star burning in blue,
I, that piss into toilets of life,
set war against the keepers of the land;
because they don't keep anything.

Just go outside. . . .
Do something, anything.
Simply don't stay inside.
Do something, go somewhere.

Sweep the floor. Go to the store.
There is dust in the house;
and hunger in the heart of the unborn child.

When I was young,
I found an old house in the woods
full of records,
and we broke them all.
Now I know I would have wanted them.

For now,
just go;
into the uncontesting grimace of time,
the unpaved floor,
and piss into the sexless light of the sun.

Go forth,
unpretentious child,
see the many airs
and the unformulated clouds.

Whisper in the unrighteous breeze,
and stare up or down
or all around,
searching through the irrational stars.

Now there is a different kind
of house of records;
now,
there are more than one mother
to love.

Forget everything that you felt about everything
you've been taught
and all that you, alone, have learned;
but not what you know
and how to use it.

Don't say goodbye to childish things,
or whirl your words in pagan ways.
Just feel when it's hot,
and think when it's cold:
But simply think, and often remember.

Those that you have known are gone,
and all that they said was wrong.
Simply stand in the direction
of any and all future
ways.

And go there,
taking only enough of what you
feel to be yourself,
without carrying any more weight
than your physical frame
understands.

[ellajam]

This was a fun read for me, so many high points. I especially liked S1, 4, 8 (is instead of are?), 10 and the last. Thanks for posting this, it got me grinning.

[ehabuncensored]

This is incredible , not that it took pain to create beauty but how u used it so those who only feel with u can understNd it. Beahtiful, I'm new to this n urs was the first so I thank you for giving this forum a good fjrst impression, I'm excited but sad to see what I'm about too.

[SirBrendan]

This is fantastic. It's lecturing tone actually me of Charles Bukowski

"Those that you have known are gone,
and all that they said was wrong.
Simply stand in the direction
of any and all future
ways."

This stanza is so strong that it should actually be the closing line. It's not that what follows is bad, only that it's less.

Either way, thank you for sharing such a great poem; I won't heed its moral because I'm quite comfy, but maybe tomorrow

[rowens]

This was supposed to be finished next month, to clear the way for that set of poems. But I finished it too soon. And that means something: finishing it too soon.

Though not what you think.

And normally I see things that say, There's more than one. I remember being told that There is more than one is correct. But I have no respect for the English language. I bend things to my needs, and if they break, I put tape on them.

The last few lines might seem like some affirmative call for action. I hope not though. It just seems to be that it's easier to bed more attractive broads after committing, at least mild, intellectual suicide.

It's nice to hear that some of you like some of it.

[ellajam]

"taking only enough of what you
feel to be yourself"

Gotta be lucky to end up with at least that, some don't.