Out of the Box

The moment I am out of the box Foxes and hyenas surround me Needy greedy aggressive seekers Those who even a second before Lay hidden in hibernation In the tightly closed boxes of steel On the verge of elimination Thanks to the cultural policing Now pouncing for dark and dense satisfaction In a paleolithic plunder Quenching reddening hunger In the black and brown forest Of unchained unrest In pursuance of almost unconquerable And incorruptible pleasure principle Of animal happiness Night and day Sense buds making hay Out of the aesthetic box Wreaking senseless havoc Our rose and rhododendrons in decay Our seagulls In infirmary and hospitals Out of the box The Spanish bull and ox Flummox our poems Into the imagery of Ingrained instancy For our tumultuous ascendancy On the pinnacle Of crimson churning And the giant jingling Tapering off to The momentary Nirvana Of the Intense distraction That arose out of the box A moment later In an inertia again Of the restless vein For the overwhelming rain Into deep brain Teeming with craving lanes and bye lanes In the dim light delight Out of box The red fox No mailbox No riverine knocks The box is very important For our civilization Into the flowers Of sunny sublimation _______________________________________________ 18/01/2017 For the contest, How Long Can A Poetry Go, Sponsor, Jamie Pan Note: As the metaphors in the poem is too obvious to need explanation, no writer’s Statement is added here, as asked for by the sponsor except saying that it deals with the psychological process of the dominance of pleasure principles at the cost of reality principles as elucidated by Sigmund Freud.