In
lounge-sofa strong
Hearkening
Streams
asunder-float then fall
Softly,
to the ground beneath
Plushness
of the bristling count
Massaging
Bearing
emblems north through heel
And
it travels- throughout my data set,
Coarsely,
until the information interjects
Diodes
and chloroform
Grown
to numb
Numbed
to growth
These
shackles are self-imposed
The
key is inches from the couch
Just
an arms length away
This
prison’s made of ice
Wouldn’t
take much
To
heat the walls inside
hey man...no schweddy balls is real as is the lingerie football league...ripped both of those off the headlines yesterday...
ReplyDeleteah the self imposed...inches away and you cant sit up..smiles...melt it....haha
Haha, I figured it was, I knew the lingerie football league was true- actually heard that story as well. Glad you enjoyed the piece- yeah melt it away for sure, thanks
ReplyDeleteJust out of reach!
ReplyDeleteYep, just out of reach indeed. Thanks
ReplyDeleteHi Fred, this is a great subject for a poem and very well rendered. Take care, k.
ReplyDeleteWouldn't take much, but many would rather whine and wait for something to fall into their lap, breaking them out of the prison instead of getting off their lazy behinds and doing something about it.
ReplyDeleteIt's not out of reach, it's just I didn't want to get up. :D Get the feeling it's so comfortable there, grown completely used to it and as said in the poem "numb" and "numb to growth". Self imposed when you no longer desire to move. Nice point about the heat needed, has to come from within it seems. Interesting thoughts from this one.
ReplyDeleteRaven- that's great. That numbness of the moment is kind of what I was getting at here. Out of reach I would agree as while you're in that moment most things seem out of reach- yet it could be due to lack of wanting- kind of a conundrum in this light. Great feedback as usual, thank you
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