Have you ever went through a time when your brain feels very much like that static you see on a television screen when there is no real signal? That is about where I am right now and this poem is about some of that static. In my case this static is being caused by, trying to avoid conflict with, and be polite to, a bunch of people that I deal with on a daily basis who are being complete jerks.
A brain all filled with static.
Static of this and that
and that pesky other thing.
Static that makes me manic.
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Static that presses on me,
making a depression,
a depression,
that causes more static.
Static that gets in the way,
yeah it gets in the way,
of all my thoughts.
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The cures are so elusive,
the cures are so apparent,
the cures need more than
fifteen minutes or one day.
I’m tired of all the giggles
of crass caustic creeps lurking
and leeching energy,
and the clicking of zombies
walking about like shoegazers
after their favorite band has left the building.
I’m tired of all the introspection
I exist in,
and projections placed on me.
Just shut up and dance the dance of life.
I’m tired of everything
being pecked apart
as if by too many chickens
trapped in a battery cage
turning on each other
and anyone who is different.
Pecking apart every detail of life.
If we were really living
we would be dancing
and not watching.
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Yeah so none of this makes sense?
How could it?
I have too much static in my mind.
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