the problem is that i'm not you and you aren't me.
well, that's your problem, not mine.
my problem is that i'm me and not her.
and her problem is that she is she and not him.
the fact of the matter is that we are all ourselves
though we rarely want to be, so we are always changing,
becoming someone else enitrely, because it's what we know...
BUT REALLY
when our bellies are full and our bed calls our names?
what do we know in the middle of the night
when the drugs run out quick and sobriety hits
like a pile of bricks in the pit of your stomach, again?
-cut to scene of self awareness-
life is like a movie with a rotating cast
sometimes you pull an Eddie Murphy
and play half of the roles yourself
yeah that shit is funny as hell
when you are running from you
and fighting with you
and taking the piss out of you
and you're laughing
and you're laughing
and you're laughing
yeah, but yourself is so not laughing.
it's a black comedy,
a satire of the bourgeois
if the bourgeois went broke
like the Sam Walton family
fallen from grace
hooked on 10 dollar blowjobs
and coke
(obscure, open ended conclusion)
in such a farce my middle-classed ass
is left feeling somewhat surreal
because i didn't have far to fall
i can still see the precipice
and still hear parallel echos call.
it's like a reflection of a reflection's
reflection, just enough illusion
to keep from following along
1 comment:
I really love this! Where to start... I love the introductory stanzas, about isolation and separation between individuals... It's hard to understand other people's perspectives because we're caught in our own, and the idea of constant change, which is inevitable. We are always searching for something... but what is it? What does the knowledge we accumulate actually amount to? I like the questions this raises, and the way it makes you think about yourself. I appreciate the theme of self-awareness and self-evaluation. What are you doing for/to yourself that is facilitating change? (These are all just thoughts/questions coming to mind as I read this.) Also I love the idea of the reflection/illusion, which is something I think about on a daily basis... To me, it's important to recognize the illusions in our lives and try to separate the SELF from the realities that cause us confusion and strife. Reality of the system and the separation and the self-sacrifice. We are constantly removed from the "perfection" that we seek (or as many poets would say, the Platonic "Ideal") I love this poem because it is relative to my life.. I feel as though these things are the things I am personally trying to understand. I really enjoy your perspective and your voice comes through very clearly, which is something I still struggle with in writing. Lovely. :) Mandy*
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