I feel I'm on a razor's edge
twixt madness and sanity,
disturbed derangement,
orderly rationality,
alternating my being,
a multiple personality stance
not willingly on my part.
Why must we have war on a lovely planet>
The horrible fear is
that I prefer the dark moments
when cruelty surfaces
in my alter ego,
when an invariant being
is hell-bent on destruction.
Then my razor blade flashes
in the dim lights of dark allies,
blood sprouts from some jugular veins,
forming a red oozy river
that covers the smell
of the godforsaken place.’
War is so dreadful.
Then do I become sane
and cry in pain
for the victims’ deaths.
Placed 1
Categories:
invariant, angst, violence, war,
Form: Free verse
The fated time has now arrived
My thin illusion cracks and dies
Confused, your eyebrows take a dive
Though shattered mask did never lie
Thick volumes of the things I missed
To flowing dancers, such a gaffe
The choreographer is pissed
With knowing looks, the dancers laugh
Why yes, I heard the thumping drum
It's not as if my ears don't work
Feel free to color me as dumb
There’s no point to explain my quirks
Invariant is this same dance
In social realm, it’s just my luck
The only thing that’s left to chance,
How long ‘til you say “What the heck?”
9/10/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Categories:
invariant, humor, social,
Form: Quatrain