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Repetition Repetition (revision # 2) (1-30-91, San Diego, California)
down
the sidewalk
some
inner current
pulls me
into this
seedy
repetition
repetition
until some
horny dragon
drags me
into his
darkened lair
to
empty me there
of all my
understanding
as if there
were ever even
any there
my bones
tossed out
flacid now
into these
mid day streets
i go
picked clean
of all my
shadow acts
now exposed
to solar glare
as self judgment
like some
hostile judge
and angry jury
soon quickly
descends upon me
cold and scolding
from everywhere
where now
im not only
repelled
and repulsed
but compulsively driven
as well
right back out
into my usual
recyclic orbit
of even deeper
ever darkening
self disparaging
self debasive
repetition repetition
where it
now appears
ive become
the grand defiler
of that
vengeful god
of all
my mothers
poisoned fears
looming ever ominously
over my
entire lifes
experience
right up to
this
my present
long ongoing
addiction
to this seemingly
inescapable
near hopeless
affliction
this inner tumultuous
self destructive
soul staining
psychologically reactive
subconsciously driven
compulsive condition
this my seemingly
primal
conscience blinded
inescapable
lust feeding
sexually insatiable
deeply rooted
neo pagan
pseudo religion
which at
this point
now seems
to have become
my near constant
gluttonous
ever hungering
core state of being
whose unrelenting
imbalanced vice s
post feeding
after effects feelings
of lingering
increasingly meaningless
hollow
superficial emptiness
shame frustration
self loathing
anger and doubt
nonetheless
despite all that
still only leaves me
addictively craving
more and more
ever yet more
of this raw
carnal seeking
for only more
more
still ever yet
more
of this frustratingly
redundant
thus far unresolvable
apparently unstoppable
hopelessly intractable
mysterious innermost need
for so rabidly
pursuing
compulsively feeding
and maintaining
this my present
seemingly
near constant
gluttony s
ever hungering
core state
beings
ongoing
insatiable need
to somehow compensate
to try
to fill
and satisfy
this subconsciously dark
wounded hole
lost somewhere within
my own vast
unknown
perhaps profoundly misunderstood
lonesome human soul
by continuing
to seek out
and feed
this baffling
innermost
desperately driven need
in me
for more
more
and still yet
more
of all this
ongoing
repetition
repetition
repetition
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