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Show Me Television, Free Verse
Show Me Television, Free Verse
The era of catatonic self-destruction has risen yet again from boulder-blocked caves,
Whose cavernous stalactite incisors drip with the blood of thorny crowns,
Worn in punitive irony for the subversion of fertile inferiority,
Which, like rabbits, duplicates and hops about in trouncing contentment.
Yet despite the grin stretched beneath empty eyes,
Which are eclipsed by dilation of cimmerian shades poured from tipped inkwells,
Darkness ripened by age has inflated its penumbral grasp upon the solar plexus.
Hearts beat now to the false circadian rhythm of telemetry.
Screens fueled by waves polluting the air scramble for attention;
Screaming as if the spotlight has slithered away from their thespian heads.
But even so we watch as if waiting for a nothingness we know.
Petulant performances pretending to perfect the perception of reality persevere,
Despite their lack of empirical validity.
Our bodies and the space around they occupy have become irrelevant.
Experience and physical stimulation have been replaced by mirror neurons,
Firing incessantly at the sight of electromagnetic facsimiles,
Which are vomited in projected disproportion into our unwitting faces,
From nauseating mouths of those whose disease has spread to lower echelons.
And so we sit and stare upon the square on walls and in our hands,
As the prefrontal cortex and its dehydrated lobes succumb to the reptilians.
Another era of lack of mind borne from the fruitlessness of parasitic seeds,
Planted by the pretenders who swim in the wealth of our applause.
Clap away, we will, until we collapse in the arthritic solidification of redundant repetition.
Welcome to the show; a televised apocalypse of thought.
Where worlds were once created in cognition,
They're now created in the lenses of cameras.
When worlds were once refracted light coruscating from the eye,
They're now flickered in slides reflected from the television.
This poem was written for the poetry contest, "Show Me (Completely Revamped Version)" sponsored by Catie Lindsey.
In this poem, I chose the Free Verse form to demonstrate how I write in this form without using my speaking voice. The way I write free verse is actually inspired by a psychological method of rehabilitation called Dialectical Behavior Theory (DBT). In this psychological model, individuals undergoing therapy are told to think of their selves as a product of three different types of self (the rational, the emotional, and the wise self.) The wise self is supposed to be considered a perfect balance between rationality and human emotion. I mention DBT because human speaking voices are often bogged down by either emotion or rationality. When I write free verse, I attempt to mold together the mathematical techniques of poetry, such as simile and metaphor, and decorate them with irregular language and diction for the purpose of glittering the mathematics of syllogism with aesthetic language. I call this the DBT of poetry.
That being said, I used techniques such as simile, metaphor, assonance, occasional inner rhyme, and consonance to employ layered meaning in order to create a non-speaking voice piece of free verse.
Copyright © Brendan J. Simons | Year Posted 2017