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tap tap tap
do you have any idea
what’s going through my mind
the traffic trying to squeeze
in between the broken lines
tap tap tap
interruptions approaching intersections
my impatient imbalance
unwinding thoughts with no direction
no filter
no motive
no fear
alarms squealing from my G.P.S.
compounding the situation
with well-worn warnings
the erratic old tic is wearing me down
sending signals in morse code
with her eyes blink-blinking
... - --- .--. / - .- .. .-.. --. .- - .. -. --. / -- .
-.-- --- ..- / -.-. ..- -. -
goddam-it
get off the road
you crazy old bitch
cars are everywhere
and everybody’s in a hurry
to slow down for the gorgeous blonde in lycra
jogging on the sidewalk
stunning with her silver headphones
oblivious to the mess
her ass has man-infested
copulation in-car-cerated
the carnage careering down the road
and in the back of my mind
my subconscious is writing ballads
for a brunette with wet hair
denying that her smile did anything remotely
to trigger an avalanche in my empty heart
deny deny denying
that I could fall in love again
that I didn’t want the day to end
swimming in our adrenaline
catching wave after wave
in wanting need
for her liquid tension to wet my lips
and to feel
the thrill of falling free
completely airborne and out of control
tap tap tap
when she asked me
how much I weighed
then she blushed
at the thought of my muscles grinding
tucking her into bed
tuck tuck tuck
when she said
I looked like a family man
and I told her
I have a daughter
then I walked away on the wave of the day
now desperate to find her
so I can ask her name
before I forget her sweet face
before she passes me
like a stranger
lost in the streets of China town
running from love in a reoccurring dream
tap tap tap
on an empty bottle
stone fucking sober
remembering the drunken days of poetry
knowing the voices never hit this hard
without swinging from the booze
and here I am
swinging punches at thin air
This poem was inspired by my own comp called "TOURETTE'S POETRY"... unfortunately I was disqualified.
Published 10th Mar 2015
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10th Mar 2015 6:45pm
This write brings to mind the words of Neil Peart, who provides the lyrics to most of Rush's songs.
25th Mar 2015 1:02pm
I was aiming for the fluidity of Buddy Rich, but I'd settle for Peart's kit any day... not that I'd know what to do with it. Cheers Jazz for your great comment.
10th Mar 2015 9:40pm
Anonymous
11th Mar 2015 00:54am
i feel like this is more of an ADD poem instead of a tourettes poem.
but it is a pleasure to read the string of thoughts, though. very well done.
but it is a pleasure to read the string of thoughts, though. very well done.
25th Mar 2015 1:31pm
ADD, ADHD, tourette's, bipolar, m-m-m-mysharona. I've experienced it all at some point in my life, and this poem just spewed out in something that resembled epilepsy and sleep walking.
Thanks heaps for your great feedback, Minerva. I appreciate you taking the time to drop by to leave your thoughts.
Thanks heaps for your great feedback, Minerva. I appreciate you taking the time to drop by to leave your thoughts.
You should never have been disqualified. I will have to have a word with the host of that comp, haha.
Next time you're riding those waves, don't deny yourself, especially of the lady in this piece.
Great work Alexander, I like how you used the tics and I'm always unwinding thoughts while driving. Definitely a winning poem :)
Next time you're riding those waves, don't deny yourself, especially of the lady in this piece.
Great work Alexander, I like how you used the tics and I'm always unwinding thoughts while driving. Definitely a winning poem :)
Yeah, I have no idea what's got into that guy, how dare he...
It'd be interesting to go back and tally up how many of my poems were written whilst driving, there must be some strange forces driving my muse. Thanks heaps, Magdalena, for your great comment.
It'd be interesting to go back and tally up how many of my poems were written whilst driving, there must be some strange forces driving my muse. Thanks heaps, Magdalena, for your great comment.
11th Mar 2015 11:10am
25th Mar 2015 1:47pm
jIMNUT, it's great to see you back on DU. I'm well overdue to get my filler fix, I need to drop-in sometime soon. Thanks heaps for the thumbs up, man.
11th Mar 2015 12:11pm
heh that comp host is a right wanker if ya ask me
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gods, Case, where to begin with this one.
does a frantic sigh make sense [?] who cares if it does, that's what i'm calling it... i didn't know whether to race through it or just exhale your words slowly...
... Minerva really summed it up for me, totally adhd, but don't you dare take feckin meds for it, this is genius/madness at it's very best
loved everything about it
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gods, Case, where to begin with this one.
does a frantic sigh make sense [?] who cares if it does, that's what i'm calling it... i didn't know whether to race through it or just exhale your words slowly...
... Minerva really summed it up for me, totally adhd, but don't you dare take feckin meds for it, this is genius/madness at it's very best
loved everything about it
heh, heh... you're right, he's a complete wanker. :)
I'm so fricken stoked you think I should layoff the meds, against doc's orders... nah, seriously, these words are pure as a lucid man bouncin' on white padded walls. By the way, the poem is meant to read uptempo, like tap, tap, tap, that fast, with a few slow sections about a girl.
Thanks for loving everything about it!!!
I'm so fricken stoked you think I should layoff the meds, against doc's orders... nah, seriously, these words are pure as a lucid man bouncin' on white padded walls. By the way, the poem is meant to read uptempo, like tap, tap, tap, that fast, with a few slow sections about a girl.
Thanks for loving everything about it!!!
15th Mar 2015 00:50am
rugged piece. her face, just beyond the windshield. her voice in the hum of the traffic. the pull of her in the screeching tires...
25th Mar 2015 2:45pm
You're right, John, can't get her words out of my head... and yeah, this piece is a tad rougher than what I normally serve up.
Thanks heaps for dropping by and commenting.
Thanks heaps for dropping by and commenting.
Aww..v.late in putting my words on my fav reads here of late. But to say, read this as you entered in comp. n was impressed by its flow which seems interrupted or overlapped..but actually spelt genuine spontaneity of felt thoughts in no fabricated sequence. Its like how certain influences are deep cut that even one seems/manages to be forgotten or lost, they conquer n demand answers n actions..following one as recurring dreams..maybe this might be a side of my interpretation, but appreciate the uncut contemplations n struggles inside, all with ur poetic style v.gripping n appealing to a reader in me.inspiring as ever, tq fr this Case!:)
Late? In my book there's no such thing, more like deliberate un-motives... sometimes good things take time to ferment, just like a good idea, wine and uma's comments.😊
You've definitely picked up on untamed thoughts that I've captured in this poem, I tried not to overthink the ideas, I just simply wrote unfiltered poetry as it crashed through my subconscious.
Thanks for your great observations, the list add and kind words, uma.
You've definitely picked up on untamed thoughts that I've captured in this poem, I tried not to overthink the ideas, I just simply wrote unfiltered poetry as it crashed through my subconscious.
Thanks for your great observations, the list add and kind words, uma.
Ahhh, Alexander Case, luv ~ :-*
My daughter's father who was a sheer genius had Tourette's. He always had to contend with the rather desperate urge to suddenly thrust the car into reverse whilst we were speeding along... I drove most oft. ;-p
Funny thing, David E. Comings, a geneticist who's spent quite a bit of time studying Tourette's used to have a book: Tourette Syndrome and Human Behavior, I believe it's called that discussed the gene it's believed to hang out on, as well as the other issues that tend to crop up on that gene which can help people determine who might be at risk, genetically, if they got together to have children with Tourette's. What's most fascinating about that may be that things such as ADD, ADHD, and bipolar, for instance, along with a host of others including OCD, alcoholism, gambling, borderline personality disorder to name just a smattering all hang out on that gene.
Comings says, if I recall accurately, that there's a relationship between them all...
Meh, I've nattered on enough. You simply managed to fascinate me with this topic AND your poem is quite splendid, you know.
I can see I'll have to immerse myself in your poetry awhile, luv... :-*
My daughter's father who was a sheer genius had Tourette's. He always had to contend with the rather desperate urge to suddenly thrust the car into reverse whilst we were speeding along... I drove most oft. ;-p
Funny thing, David E. Comings, a geneticist who's spent quite a bit of time studying Tourette's used to have a book: Tourette Syndrome and Human Behavior, I believe it's called that discussed the gene it's believed to hang out on, as well as the other issues that tend to crop up on that gene which can help people determine who might be at risk, genetically, if they got together to have children with Tourette's. What's most fascinating about that may be that things such as ADD, ADHD, and bipolar, for instance, along with a host of others including OCD, alcoholism, gambling, borderline personality disorder to name just a smattering all hang out on that gene.
Comings says, if I recall accurately, that there's a relationship between them all...
Meh, I've nattered on enough. You simply managed to fascinate me with this topic AND your poem is quite splendid, you know.
I can see I'll have to immerse myself in your poetry awhile, luv... :-*
18th Jul 2015 1:08pm
Thank you for such a fascinating comment, Lady Savaja. This is one of those poems that just comes to me in an overwhelming wave of inspiration, most often whilst driving my car. It's quite a writing process and if anybody witnessed these episodes, I'm certain I'd be committed and heavily sedated. ;)
18th Jul 2015 3:17pm
Heh - we all have our episodic moments, oui? Me, I will have them wherever, whenever, but if whilst driving, tis a race then to get to a place, any place where I can stop the car (get out of traffic - pull over safely), haul out my phone, and get it down afore it fades in the ephemeral mists within my mind. Tis quite a desperate race, luv, for oft-times they come all of a piece or in great chunks. I'm beginning to realize I sound like a madwoman...
I'm stopping now. :-p
I'm stopping now. :-p
18th Jul 2015 3:41pm
Monsieur Case, luv ~ :-*
Please forgive me. I owe you an apology for two things: cluttering up your page like this and getting so caught up in the structure of this poem that I neglected the very essence of this poem when last I commented. Never did I mean to do that, luv.
Sometimes, I bemuse myself.
For, luv, you see, this poem is quite a poignant and viscerally wrenching piece. You adroitly convey this agony of possibility with the torment of regret and the sweetness lingering within you bound already deep in your muscles, in your marrow, seeping through the hairline crevices in that no longer quite so empty heart.
This poem touches the heart most deeply, luv. I put this on my list for a reason initially and it wasn't for the Tourette's... :-*
Please forgive me. I owe you an apology for two things: cluttering up your page like this and getting so caught up in the structure of this poem that I neglected the very essence of this poem when last I commented. Never did I mean to do that, luv.
Sometimes, I bemuse myself.
For, luv, you see, this poem is quite a poignant and viscerally wrenching piece. You adroitly convey this agony of possibility with the torment of regret and the sweetness lingering within you bound already deep in your muscles, in your marrow, seeping through the hairline crevices in that no longer quite so empty heart.
This poem touches the heart most deeply, luv. I put this on my list for a reason initially and it wasn't for the Tourette's... :-*
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17th Apr 2016 10:57am
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I loved this.
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