It's summertime, and while the living is easy, restlessness hangs in the air. Its muggy tendrils slither down throats, gently suffocating our collective psyche. In the land of make believe, boulevards of broken dreams bring me to a scorched and barren wasteland. My imagination raped and brown bunnies mocking, I struggle to comprehend this Inland Empire. A clever stratagem, shock and awe: on the battlefield, sheer dominance leaves combatants battered and bruised and always confused. Something is rotten in this state of hyper-reality...
Hush now, do you hear the siren's seductive call? Her symphony of destruction entices and enchants. Oh, to be Odysseus... satisfaction is risky business. Transfixed upon the why, I stand on the banks of the Rubicon and hesitate. Frozen in this moment, I'm reminded of a tautology from the good words of Melvin Kaminsky: Everything that happens now, is happening now. Time is never time at all, it keeps on slipping into the future.
I've been searching for truth and clarity, and all I see are the ripples I've caused.
But that's the whole point, n'est-ce pas? I wouldn't want to disappoint.
Hush now, do you hear the siren's seductive call? Her symphony of destruction entices and enchants. Oh, to be Odysseus... satisfaction is risky business. Transfixed upon the why, I stand on the banks of the Rubicon and hesitate. Frozen in this moment, I'm reminded of a tautology from the good words of Melvin Kaminsky: Everything that happens now, is happening now. Time is never time at all, it keeps on slipping into the future.
I've been searching for truth and clarity, and all I see are the ripples I've caused.
But that's the whole point, n'est-ce pas? I wouldn't want to disappoint.
1 comment:
What a beautiful poetic piece Nick. I feel like it's a new you in writing isn't it? Or maybe old pieces to anew. I loved every sentence of it and the images it created.
I can't even point out a favourite line.
Continue, please continue.
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