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Quite delusional
standing aside
your carousel
and its lights
lead my eyes
to the empty canvas
of this beau-
ti-
ful night
it all seems right
when the rhyme and rhythm tie
hand in hand
and talk
to each other in riddles
like the carousel horses
with their flaking paint
and rusted gears
children laugh
as if screaming your name
my heart pounds
at the thought of weening myself from
this game and this carousel
oh my silent Zebedee
you are quite lovely
i could have you with all your flaws
as mere sugar cubes in the coffee
in the polystyrene cup
from the burger van
it is not serious
i have the karma coming
probably why you are here
to count my days and infect them
with pleasure
oh how i had forgotten pleasure
and while we have the time
bind me to the horse
put me on the spin
cut the lights
unless they flash
to the beat of your thumping chest
and let the karma bruise me
come what could my Zebedee
here seems special enough to pass time
though it would be foolish not to know i am
purgatories prisoner
and it is just giving me time
at this circus
to superb the crowds
with my clown-like luster
unless of course
they too fear clowns
i will not look in mirrors
it is a punishment all of its own
being happy is a punishment when
the carousel stops
Zebedee has died
and the clown make up will
not wash off
your carousel
and its lights
lead my eyes
to the empty canvas
of this beau-
ti-
ful night
it all seems right
when the rhyme and rhythm tie
hand in hand
and talk
to each other in riddles
like the carousel horses
with their flaking paint
and rusted gears
children laugh
as if screaming your name
my heart pounds
at the thought of weening myself from
this game and this carousel
oh my silent Zebedee
you are quite lovely
i could have you with all your flaws
as mere sugar cubes in the coffee
in the polystyrene cup
from the burger van
it is not serious
i have the karma coming
probably why you are here
to count my days and infect them
with pleasure
oh how i had forgotten pleasure
and while we have the time
bind me to the horse
put me on the spin
cut the lights
unless they flash
to the beat of your thumping chest
and let the karma bruise me
come what could my Zebedee
here seems special enough to pass time
though it would be foolish not to know i am
purgatories prisoner
and it is just giving me time
at this circus
to superb the crowds
with my clown-like luster
unless of course
they too fear clowns
i will not look in mirrors
it is a punishment all of its own
being happy is a punishment when
the carousel stops
Zebedee has died
and the clown make up will
not wash off
Published 12th Nov 2011
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12th Nov 2011 10:37pm
:) years since i heard that name.
quite the ride this poem is LA. lots of subtle tell's between the lines.
among other things i get wishful, playful,fearful.
delusional? i don't really feel, but i s'pose if anyone would know then you would,but if you knew you were delusional would that not mean you are not delusional, ahh! i am tying my brain in knots just thinking about it.
beau-
ti-
ful
not quite sure i get why you did that but i am sure you know yourself so thats good enough for me.
good stuff LA
quite the ride this poem is LA. lots of subtle tell's between the lines.
among other things i get wishful, playful,fearful.
delusional? i don't really feel, but i s'pose if anyone would know then you would,but if you knew you were delusional would that not mean you are not delusional, ahh! i am tying my brain in knots just thinking about it.
beau-
ti-
ful
not quite sure i get why you did that but i am sure you know yourself so thats good enough for me.
good stuff LA
15th Nov 2011 9:56am
Thank you, Eamon! I'm really shocked at the response to this, the reason I split beautiful was to give the ideal that the word, the entire ideal drips from the tongue like caramel. I used delusional because the entire poem runs on an emotion with no foundations, there's no reason for feeling it. Zebedee is just a character, it all feels unreal and that was what tried to present itself here.
on every read because you build feelings with a million implications. once i sink into your skin with the first few lines, it pulls me the rest of the way with the structure. feels like (to me at least) you know you're starting to delude yourself by letting 'yourself' give in to the influence, always keeping in mind this karma that's waiting for you.
what astounds me is that you somehow combine past, present and future in the present tense, and it doesn't confuse me, it's fresh. the action going on now but holding everything from both directions...
you don't get enough reads for your skills and i am jealous of how well you just come out with it! [:
'and while we have the time
bind me to the horse
put me on the spin
cut the lights
unless they flash
to the beat of your thumping chest
and let the karma bruise me
come what could my Zebedee
here seems special enough to pass time' - listless but not absently so... got me.
what astounds me is that you somehow combine past, present and future in the present tense, and it doesn't confuse me, it's fresh. the action going on now but holding everything from both directions...
you don't get enough reads for your skills and i am jealous of how well you just come out with it! [:
'and while we have the time
bind me to the horse
put me on the spin
cut the lights
unless they flash
to the beat of your thumping chest
and let the karma bruise me
come what could my Zebedee
here seems special enough to pass time' - listless but not absently so... got me.
15th Nov 2011 10:01am
Thank you, J! Ha, I wanted this to read like a drunken head spin. 'you don't get enough'... bless you! Really made my day ~:)
