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Aspirations of Apathy
Nothing is real.
Nothing to feel.
I have been drunk with some crazies.
Far afield of what is acceptable,
At least I think so, how the hell should I know.
At the end of the night – Miasma.
My built Ford tough tolerance clear.
As the crazies do what they do.
One sings the same song in different variations.
The others laughed at heart break.
Traces of paradise possibly veil me.
I can certainly feel the singing.
Momentary thoughts open up in liquid portals.
My lunatic laugh stays in silence.
Nothing to feel
Nothing is real.
Published 28th Jul 2021
Author's Note
I heard a song and it reminded me of something... I just remember studying the emotions of others when they were in a most inebriated and vulnerable state, never judging them. I was always very clear headed in this moments. I had a very high tolerance for substances. I no longer drink or have the desire to drink.
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28th Jul 2021 9:47am
As a recovering alcoholic I always study people as they get drunk ... so fascinating ... nicely penned Cipher ...
29th Jul 2021 9:14am
Oohhh... That is another level of observation, to be sober, while engaging in such study. I don't know if I got to tell you, but, the other day (whatever that means) I saw a dragon fly land on the back screen door. It was an inchoate specimen; I had to look very close to determine that it was, in fact, a dragonfly.
Well... it was, of course... but... Upon closer inspection, it had a fly in it's grasp. (It was like... sucking out the brains of the thing. LOL.)
I was like O...m...G... I ran and got the video camera, but it was difficult to get it into focus, so I got the cell phone, and was able to snap some pics... Really cool ones. (like... You could see the eyes of the magnificent creature.)
Anyway... Okay... SO... I always viewed the fly as a metaphor for the poet. Or... My kind of poet? One who extracts beauty from the undesirable, perhaps. But this was the metaphor, on a whole different level.
I think there is a write there. It has been in the back of my mind. (If I do the write... [You know I will...] I will try to do like a collage, because I got numerous shots, so you can see the cool image.)
But yes... You are like that dragonfly and they are like the fly and you are just extracting data, while they get more and more inebriated. That is just cool.
Thank you for this thought provoking comment!
Well... it was, of course... but... Upon closer inspection, it had a fly in it's grasp. (It was like... sucking out the brains of the thing. LOL.)
I was like O...m...G... I ran and got the video camera, but it was difficult to get it into focus, so I got the cell phone, and was able to snap some pics... Really cool ones. (like... You could see the eyes of the magnificent creature.)
Anyway... Okay... SO... I always viewed the fly as a metaphor for the poet. Or... My kind of poet? One who extracts beauty from the undesirable, perhaps. But this was the metaphor, on a whole different level.
I think there is a write there. It has been in the back of my mind. (If I do the write... [You know I will...] I will try to do like a collage, because I got numerous shots, so you can see the cool image.)
But yes... You are like that dragonfly and they are like the fly and you are just extracting data, while they get more and more inebriated. That is just cool.
Thank you for this thought provoking comment!
29th Jul 2021 9:38am
28th Jul 2021 11:57pm
dearest Cipher a very expertly written poem
I love watching you do what you do writing...
the tale of the inebriated sigh I've been there...
loved the Kid Rock song❤
I love watching you do what you do writing...
the tale of the inebriated sigh I've been there...
loved the Kid Rock song❤
29th Jul 2021 9:15am
THat is a very kind and wonderful comment dearest Crimsin.
That was, indeed, a good song.
That was, indeed, a good song.
