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Antipodal
i want to go to the Taj Mahal
to forget mistakes I've made
stupid things I said when i was 20
the job I was fired from
my inability to crochet
the man I should have married
perfect symmetry
is a treasure
the Taj Mahal has it
against a polluted sky
in a strange country
a billion people
many too hungry
to harbor neurotic thoughts
a former coworker
insufferfably pretentious
dismissed the Taj
as the world's most ornate body bag
he had many other stupid thoughts
some he was kind enough to not share
some call the Taj Mahal
a monument to love
i call it
something I've been obsessed with
for decades
including wanting to sculpt it
out of shimmering Jello (red, maybe?)
India is antipodal
other side of the world
other side of my mind
i wish i were there now
i want to go to the Taj Mahal
i'll probably see a lot of younger people
taking selfies
of themselves
seeing others seeing them
in front of the Taj Mahal
fishlips influencer smiles
happiness optional
barely seeing the monument at all
tourists with phones, documenting away
how many would be here
were amnesia
or the official
end of the world
around the corner
if they could tell no one
if memory didn't exist
i want to be anonymous
at the Taj Mahal
no pictures at all
they all look the same
i want to be one of billions
forget romantic injustices
vicious remarks to my mother
the time i dyed my hair
tomato soup orange
and stupidly liked it
instead
i want to see only symmetry
devoid of discord
free of distortion
free of painful clarity
free of everything
i should have jettisoned
out of the plane's window
were such a thing possible
i want to see symmetry
now balanced by now
and after that
a new future
antipodal
to the past
or one
that may as well be
to forget mistakes I've made
stupid things I said when i was 20
the job I was fired from
my inability to crochet
the man I should have married
perfect symmetry
is a treasure
the Taj Mahal has it
against a polluted sky
in a strange country
a billion people
many too hungry
to harbor neurotic thoughts
a former coworker
insufferfably pretentious
dismissed the Taj
as the world's most ornate body bag
he had many other stupid thoughts
some he was kind enough to not share
some call the Taj Mahal
a monument to love
i call it
something I've been obsessed with
for decades
including wanting to sculpt it
out of shimmering Jello (red, maybe?)
India is antipodal
other side of the world
other side of my mind
i wish i were there now
i want to go to the Taj Mahal
i'll probably see a lot of younger people
taking selfies
of themselves
seeing others seeing them
in front of the Taj Mahal
fishlips influencer smiles
happiness optional
barely seeing the monument at all
tourists with phones, documenting away
how many would be here
were amnesia
or the official
end of the world
around the corner
if they could tell no one
if memory didn't exist
i want to be anonymous
at the Taj Mahal
no pictures at all
they all look the same
i want to be one of billions
forget romantic injustices
vicious remarks to my mother
the time i dyed my hair
tomato soup orange
and stupidly liked it
instead
i want to see only symmetry
devoid of discord
free of distortion
free of painful clarity
free of everything
i should have jettisoned
out of the plane's window
were such a thing possible
i want to see symmetry
now balanced by now
and after that
a new future
antipodal
to the past
or one
that may as well be
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