My latest crappy poem. Pirated from pieces of another, longer work (of my own) as per a poetry class assignment. Freudian bits. Not sure what THAT means...
Becky Adams
Stage Blocking
Blocking the "light" of heaven,
this continuing gloomy mind.
Ironic—to be arrogant
takes life. He who has not experienced
unconsciousness may not fear death.
I thought this image was death:
a penis.
Being treated as dead before dead? Horrifying.
Resurrection that is too late, and reverses? Terrifying
human reality.
High class against the workers:
enlightened destruction, symbolic exploration,
intellectual understanding.
Forced from Utopia, humans succumb to vermin.
This seems to sum up "vigorous health"
([though] I don't think poor farmers would see it)—
unity. Circles. Extravagance
sometimes judges
true fantasy, romanticizes old doubts.
Metaphor has been literalized then turned
back to metaphor, has reached a fevered pitch.
Unheimlich meanings,
like algebra,
depend on the nature
of the journey we intend. Metaphor
now literal, projecting memories—
man without community:
sickly, unhappy.
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