Foggy nights are peculiar things;
They're shady and hidden and
Full of sulking mystery.
Feeble lights pull back the
Silky curtain but give way
To darkness yet.
I've been searching here for
Quite some time,
Peeking behind the jagged
Ridges of damp rocks,
Studying the faces of filthy flowers
That stare right back at me.
They smile at my intrigue and
I know not why.
And in my frustration with these
Pesky plants it dons on me that
Perhaps, perhaps I am not lost at all.
I'm just dancing in my lunacy
Round and round the rhythms
Of insanity that are pulsing through my brain;
A wonderfully wicked waltz within a finer life.
And that leaves the whole world
Not spinning about my head,
But rather spinning in it.
The first several stanzas aren't particularly exciting, but the last two are absolutely fantastic. I enjoyed the piece as a whole, but in my opinion, the latter half is much stronger than the beginning
ReplyDeleteSometimes I feel the same way, not knowing if I'm crazy or if it's everyone else. I agree with Chris to an extent, I liked the flow of the whole poem.
ReplyDeleteOh shit, everybody agrees with Chris?
ReplyDeleteBecause I do, too.