Sometimes Monsters Happen To Me

[rowens]

At the end of the day,
there is only me.
When the sun goes somewhere else,
the streetlights automatically turn on
if they weren't on already,
somewhere else,
somewhere less rural,
the trees take the shape of forests,
the stars unleash alien fluids
that burn,
and I am not smart.

At the end of the day,
if there is only me
when night comes
and finally I've the chance,
under the spotlight of darkness,
to witness and to participate
in unintelligent yet meaningful things,
apart from the animal psychopathology that kills
and the physical innuendo that brims over
in bland, incredible happinesses,
while something feels so distant or gives starts,

I, and only me, is less distant
from myself,
as the alien terrestrial distances that,
in the day and nightmares of influenced sleep,
interrogate me long-time,
and I have my own reward visions,
my own means of influential, long-living communications
so I can see not less
but more
and more each night.

Then I too am a monster like the rest.
Happiness on no matter what an innocent scale
is barbarity, a supreme sin to social mores.
I, sometimes at night,
and hidden places during the day,
become a monster,
and stay that way for a time,
at least.

Sometimes monsters do happen to people.
I've seen it in my dreams.
I don't believe that being intelligent
or even well informed
is very important.
In fact I think it's a means of prejudice
to run roughshod over more natural,
serious men.

Sometimes monsters happen to me,
and I can't help it.
So stay out of my life, and:
MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!
Cause that's all you are is a business,
one business among many,
retarded.

. . . or sometimes monsters will happen
to you, too.

[tectak]

At the end of the day,
there is only me.
When the sun goes somewhere else,
the streetlights automatically turn on
if they weren't on already,
somewhere else,
somewhere less rural,
the trees take the shape of forests,
the stars unleash alien fluids
that burn,
and I am not smart.

At the end of the day,
if there is only me
when night comes
and finally I've the chance,
under the spotlight of darkness,
to witness and to participate
in unintelligent yet meaningful things,
apart from the animal psychopathology that kills
and the physical innuendo that brims over
in bland, incredible happinesses,
while something feels so distant or gives starts,

I, and only me, is less distant
from myself,
as the alien terrestrial distances that,
in the day and nightmares of influenced sleep,
interrogate me long-time,
and I have my own reward visions,
my own means of influential, long-living communications
so I can see not less
but more
and more each night.

Then I too am a monster like the rest.
Happiness on no matter what an innocent scale
is barbarity, a supreme sin to social mores.
I, sometimes at night,
and hidden places during the day,
become a monster,
and stay that way for a time,
at least.

Sometimes monsters do happen to people.
I've seen it in my dreams.
I don't believe that being intelligent
or even well informed
is very important.
In fact I think it's a means of prejudice
to run roughshod over more natural,
serious men.

Sometimes monsters happen to me,
and I can't help it.
So stay out of my life, and:
MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!
Cause that's all you are is a business,
one business among many,
retarded.

. . . or sometimes monsters will happen
to you, too.

Rowens...before I attempt to crit this...what is it? And as you would say, even then I might not. It's not saying anything to me that I can relate to...not that that matters...really. So I suppose it has a melancholia...depends what your norm is.
I'll read it again...someday. Maybe.
tectak

[rowens]

It's a drawing, or marking, that somebody, or something, left on a tree, or maybe in the dirt--a tree that lights up, or something--made of language elements.

[tectak]

It's a drawing, or marking, that somebody, or something, left on a tree, or maybe in the dirt--a tree that lights up, or something--made of language elements.

Oh...right...so....er..right. It's very good....awesome even...yes.
tectak

[Erthona]

I use to go out to this certain trail with two of my friends and walk at night. Then for whatever reason, pussy, work, darts, whatever, they quit coming to walk and it was just me. I found that there were things I had never noticed before. I guess because we were always talking and that occupied my mind. Being by myself, there was nothing to occupy my mind and I began to see what was really there. All kinds of things, which I won't describe, because I know people don't want to know about them. At first they were scary, but then I learned to go native, get off the track and stalk them. It was exhilarating. Now that I have learned how to see them, I see them everywhere, even in the day, but they do not scare me, because I know how to go native in my mind...and stalk them.


dale

[ChristopherSea]

I use to go out to this certain trail with two of my friends and walk at night. Then for whatever reason, pussy, work, darts, whatever, they quit coming to walk and it was just me. I found that there were things I had never noticed before. I guess because we were always talking and that occupied my mind. Being by myself, there was nothing to occupy my mind and I began to see what was really there. All kinds of things, which I won't describe, because I know people don't want to know about them. At first they were scary, but then I learned to go native, get off the track and stalk them. It was exhilarating. Now that I have learned how to see them, I see them everywhere, even in the day, but they do not scare me, because I know how to go native in my mind...and stalk them.


dale

Both of you guys scare me.

By the way Rowens, I dig the 'psycho-pathos' you have been dabbling in lately.