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.
Copyright © John Rockk-Fiordelisi | Year Posted 2021
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