Has been time's rate, and this I lament.
The minutes now are never minute,
They're big and slow and live to imbrute.
When you're away, no boredom decays,
For torpor tends to order my days.
That torture breaks what coping I built;
Denial's wall might fall to some guilt.
When I'm alone, I think of myself:
Devoid of poise and prudence and pelf.
Respecting bond until a release
From current scene has yielded my peace.
All structure, space and people therein
Become such dullness ripping at skin.
The present place presented me you,
And soon I'll feel resentment anew.
The truth can smack this gadding with gad,
Detach a path from sole of a lad.
Nomadic track has failed to address
Specific tract that's aiding my stress.
For torpor tends to order my days.
That torture breaks what coping I built;
Denial's wall might fall to some guilt.
When I'm alone, I think of myself:
Devoid of poise and prudence and pelf.
Respecting bond until a release
From current scene has yielded my peace.
All structure, space and people therein
Become such dullness ripping at skin.
The present place presented me you,
And soon I'll feel resentment anew.
The truth can smack this gadding with gad,
Detach a path from sole of a lad.
Nomadic track has failed to address
Specific tract that's aiding my stress.
Rhyming away at you bay that is such fun I will say. Hopefully it relieved your stress, as that is can do I must confess.
ReplyDeleteWow, loved it!
ReplyDeleteThis was my fav:
"All structure, space and people therein
Become such dullness ripping at skin.
The present place presented me you,
And soon I'll feel resentment anew"
"A belly crawl through rubber cement".....whoa! How does one escape from that? I enjoyed the rhythm in this piece.
ReplyDeleteIt seems that there is no escaping the situation and circumstance this poem details so well.
ReplyDeleteYou are honing your voice quite elegantly, Jack. Such richness of language that is finding a little more breathing - and jumping - room. Ah, 'tis a sad but inevitable state of affairs: don't have the skill to shoot them, or the nerve to shoot yourself. So you write poems.
ReplyDeleteEver thought of posting a video of you reading one of your poems? ;-)
ReplyDeleteSo many good things in this: the opening couplet and lines like:
ReplyDeleteThe truth can smack this gadding with gad.
Wonderful!
What an opening line!
ReplyDeleteQuite a description of time!!
And, I love your rhythym and rhyme.
:)
I'm enjoying the first person in your poems. It really anchors your voice, for me.
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