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Neptune Rising

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I’ve heard the wisdom of the enlightened,
Learned men in simple clothes with solid colors,
A poet is like an author without an attention span.
Brother, you’ve clearly earned your robe.
Doctor, I can see the proof of your degree.
And yet somehow, I’m not impressed.
Aristotle would sit both your asses on the curb
Despite never having any idea what he was talking about.
But Aristotle was a genius!
Yeah, aren’t we all.
Another deified renegade blowing hot air around a cold and empty time bomb,
Lashing forward from an age where sitting in the dirt and
Just thinking
Paid a lot better.
Whitey’s wise to the wise man’s tricks,
And keeps them flipping burgers.
We need food way more than we need ‘free thought’.
Funny.
So did Aristotle.

Ah, and the shimmering visage doth approach
Applause, applause… all right, that’s enough,
She’s trying to wiggle out of the limelight.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Feast your eyes on fate’s f-f-FAVORITE frivolity!
Peering into black suns that set on glacial horizons,
Through the glimmering haze,
I see a past populated by phantasms.
Slimy, scaly abominations slither behind midnight pupils.
A lifetime of practiced uncertainty
Drilled into her head by brute taskmaster after brute taskmaster.
A mind crushed by neglect and disdain,
A spirit hammered by unceasing hate and madness,
Chips away to leave a soul revealed:
The most precious diamond, the brightest star.
Kill the lights.
Drop the curtain.

Soft! Ah, but what light through yonder window breaks?
Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick…

Line?

Missed your cue there, Romeo.
She’s been languishing under the rule of that bastard Paris
For a year and a half.
Sages sing and lost souls scream
Better late than never.

A gust of wind,
Reeking of sweat and dust,
Blows familiar words back to my ears.
You can’t save them all.
A faint and distant howl, the aural sting of nails on a chalkboard.
I know that, but Jesus Christ, can’t I save any?
I smile, showing the wind every tooth, and add my two cents to the silent thermals.
Sometimes, I don’t even have to try.
im sorry its a poem

ill try harder next time
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AllegoriaMalata's avatar
I'm going to... not leave a comment that illustrates the technicalities of the piece, rather state what feels truest to me: I am in love with your words.

Man, how I wish I could write like you.