John Rockk-Fiordelisi Poet Rhyme

Life Imitates Art

Prelude to a poem:
Yes 
Not the other way
You see,
What began as a game 
To hide behind eyes
Paranoid, 
Is now, what all the
Millennials call
"A Thing."

So frightened of
Fathers adopted 
And all their drunken noise,
I hid in the living room corner
Behind the easy chair, 
And made up people.
People to tell me
To not be afraid,
And people to tell me
It was ok.
And then there was that Halloween,
At age 11, when I drank a pint of
Blackberry brandy, 
Cuz that's what the men do.
And then there was the three day coma
From, surprise,  booze.
Then there was and was 
And was again and again
And again.
But now 
My back and brain hurt.
My eyes shift as fast as my 40
Personalities to be the funny one
Or the fat one or the drunk one
Or sarcastic one,(love him)
Or the sardonic one or the
Voice of reason or of Faith 
Or Hope
Or Charity, Love.

Poem:
Never sitting
Peaceful or light 
Just struggling 
Nay, strangling
The ones that ain't right.
I am a genius
And fool,
I rhyme  and
I drool.
I piss time
Away, worn
Out by this storm, 
Never hurricane strength, 
But forever in length, 
Voices and voices
And voices per tick,
Of the clock I can't wind,
Of the drugs I can't kick.
A minute in church
I'll pray that I tried. 
A lifetime on earth,
Per diem I died.

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Sara Kendrick December 9, 2021 at 10:18 AM Sad one here. So many children, women and sometimes men live in abusive, violent and horrible conditions. Its a wonder that they grow up to be anything at all. I enjoyed the way you put this topic together. Sara