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Carcinogen Fireflies
Speaking through the veil of tar incensed prayers
Caught in a shift of anxiety and transformation
Can beauty be made of these ashes?
Uttering dragonflies from the kissed butt of cigarette contemplation
Dead words lined against the yearn of living hopes
As smoke seeps off the edge of beauty on fire
Bearing the weight, divided by indulgences and discipline
As day by day I’m tossed between my spirit and my carnal desire
Heartache and love intermingled on the edge of a smokers plea
Scapegoating impulses on the blame of this flesh based dichotomy
When every soil gives place to flowers and weeds
Can I maintain some semblance of value in the midst the worst I see
What is the truth and what is the lie, what is denial, and what is the reality
Who am I in the alloy of this forfeit sense of purity
When there’s two sides to every piece of silver minting of the heads and tails
Placing bets, risking all, faith versus the fear of the way my countenance fails
Well meaning but sick by defaults of out of alignment action
Chasing carcinogen fireflies to the peak of vanity on the premise of an empty sense of satisfaction
Money gauges to scale dreams and the cost of what amounts to nothing in the end
If living is just prolonging the inevitable and all we earn is all we spend
The cost thereof and the time that takes through wear and tear
Every burden that we suffer the weight of is worthless as a dying world if it’s not for the cross we bare…
Published 3rd Jun 2024
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4th Jun 2024 00:57am
LET'S GOOOOOOOOO!
There was so much great shit. This had a Ginsberg feel to it, just the primal rage scream at the calculated cost of society and it's insidious costs.
But starting with The Art. I rarely read poems with pictures because I'm weird and a super-nerd about words. But THIS PIECE. HOLY SHIT. Did you do it? Is this yours? It's gorgeous.
Then? The words.
Your language is beautiful
blame of this flesh based dichotomy
fear of the way my countenance fails
Chasing carcinogen fireflies
That phrasing and word choice is elevated, and intelligent. I'm crazy about carcinogenic fireflies as a metaphor, or a trope. It's fucking brilliant.
The entire poem was excellent.
AND THE PICTURE?!
Well penned!
There was so much great shit. This had a Ginsberg feel to it, just the primal rage scream at the calculated cost of society and it's insidious costs.
But starting with The Art. I rarely read poems with pictures because I'm weird and a super-nerd about words. But THIS PIECE. HOLY SHIT. Did you do it? Is this yours? It's gorgeous.
Then? The words.
Your language is beautiful
blame of this flesh based dichotomy
fear of the way my countenance fails
Chasing carcinogen fireflies
That phrasing and word choice is elevated, and intelligent. I'm crazy about carcinogenic fireflies as a metaphor, or a trope. It's fucking brilliant.
The entire poem was excellent.
AND THE PICTURE?!
Well penned!
4th Jun 2024 2:15am
Thank you so much, I actually took the picture then used a filter to give it the drawn effect. At first the dragon fly was on the cigarette then it was beside it on the ash tray. I wanted to get the picture when it was still on the cigarette but it didn’t stay there long enough to. I actually wrote this while waiting for my trucks tires to be replaced and the alignment to be calibrated only to find out that it’s going to cost even more than I realized. I guess the whole out of alignment metaphor and being led of carnal impulses and the cost of everything from my truck to my own bad habits just became sort of a poetic gaze marveling at the vanity of it all. Yet the layered meaning goes even beyond what’s at the surface and the hint of the abstract phrasings at times kind of leaves it open to a certain amount of relative interpretation.
