I write these words as a restless argonaut which modernity has chosen to make captive
Not by shackles or by fetters not by chains nor cuffs
But here I am awake in my rack tonight held under the subjugation of bad poetry
Because I have only one graven image in my mind and it is that which is indescribable
It's is your personage that keeps me restless tonight
It's your spirit that keeps my eyelids exposed to the light of my screen and keyboard
When I should be committed to gentle slumber.
I don't long for rest my heart longs to tarry in conversation with you for a little while longer.
The waters trembling with awareness of das sein
Shake our little Argo
But they are not comparable to the way my being rattles when I'm aware of you
And I can't even say I've known you for that long but for some reason my heart inexplicably feels like it has
And I'm sorry for its eagerness to want to love again it's just the way I was formed
It will scare you away some day but I've always been the hopeless type
So drink with me to the rolling of dice, to getting lost in conversation, and above all to bad poetry
YOU ARE READING
The Penultimate Pleasures
PoetryA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
