Free verse № 128336
Damned
My parallax disaster stutters loudly on my conscience.
white collar misogynist with a permanent smile.
never trust the teeth of a man with black eyes.
I have no synergy with my reflection. what dreams may
manifest quickly descends past the latitude of
my reality into the surreal turbulence of an
unstable mind. Iâm afraid. I am losing my moral surplus
coagulating to the texture of quicksand. being
pulled in deeper everyday. numb inside.
I wear a beautiful disguise fucking for
affection but still feel no peace at climax.
I try to hide but the cacophony in my head
scrapes the calcium from my bones and I
wilt. languishing in my defeat. a vertical deception.
the functional dead. interaction is a pendulum.
I feel nothing. this is the syntax of my demise.
save the eulogy for the living.
6 comments
not one of these lines produces any pictures or feelings in me. Mostly, I'm just confused.
for instance: what does hiding have to do with wilting?
with your questions so I'll try to explain.
the poem itself is about the movie "American psycho".
I do poems about movies alot. it's just something I
like to do."I try to hide but the cacophony in my head
scrapes the calcium from my bones and I
wilt". this means this person is going crazy.
the voices in his head so on and so on are wearing on
him he tries to hide by doing normal things
tries hobbies etc. but he's loosing the fight
his compulsion to kill is taking over. he is wilting
from strengh to fight these urges to become a killer.
who causes that finality. and not just
getting satisfaction by looking he needs to do
you can't have one without the other.
my opinion only.
a beautiful disguise
interaction is a pendulum
These are the good lines in my opinion.
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