It all feels useless
and at these times
I want to make
grand proclamations
about how I’m done
with writing and words
I’m done swimming
in the shallow end
I’m done with this
endless circle jerk
with this pale photocopy of life
with society’s treadmill
with women
with love
I’m gonna break up
with this bitch
finally...
and start over
crack open my cataracts
and see the real thing
for once
feel myself
melt away
into the bigger picture
become more than
a self aware
self obsessed pixel
on a screen
I know better
than to say such things
but saying them is
a last defense
a frantic grab
at the wheel
a rickety bridge
built halfway
across the abyss
Brian Rihlmann was born in NJ, and currently lives in Reno, NV. He writes mostly semi autobiographical, confessional free verse, much of it on the so-called "grittier" side. Folk poetry...for folks. He has been published in Constellate Magazine, Poppy Road Review, and has an upcoming piece in The American Journal Of Poetry.
Awesome Write! Brian
ReplyDeleteI really can relate with this brilliant poem.
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