Taking Leave
I am giving up on poets for
a day – not poetry! just needing a break
from Communal Escapism: I mean, it is
nice to write of meadows and bird songs –
of the past, how things were; of the future,
and how things could be – of dreams, we
imagine and wish were real –
but to exclude the paramount present,
what is now, society's rapid descent to
a place where no writing will be permitted
unless sanctioned by party-peers and
Fire-breathing Government-censors, is
a damnable offense against the God given,
autonomy loving, soul of man – refusing,
I am, to be relegated to pleasant rhymes and
entrancing, hypnotic patterns, dear as
they are to my musical heart – I refuse
to end always in a place where
I must always start – I would refuse
the sun, moon, stars and air, if only to be
lighted and then floated away – far
from my source and being; I resent,
daily fleecing, forced to protectively fleeing;
daily stripped and raped of free-will, which
my creator deemed sacred, divine
and inviolable – I reject this profitless
game of seek but never allowed to find;
clean morals and values smeared over
by slick salves of scripted paste, eye-candy
for deceit – so, not from poetry but
from poets do I retreat, while still partially
mentally unshackled, using my blessed
feet.... Gone fishing.
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2021
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