Proof positive there's intelligent life in the galaxy
light years away in outer space
they know better than to contact us
and we call ourselves the human race.
I'm turned off by cupidity
and over the torpidity
I've had it to here with stupidity.
Every two hundred years or so
they do a fly-by analysing
investigating what lies down here below
without stopping it's not surprising.
Can't understand man's mentality
I'm done with the insanity
I've turned my back on humanity.
Grasping at straws in the back of a stack
we've lost the plot there's no needle to be found
in the wrong place at the wrong time flying 'round the moon
when the answer is here on the ground.
Can't unring the bell the world has gone to hell
there's no turning back
I'm waiting for the aliens to pick me up take me away
shooting for the stars one of these crazy days.
Searing, the sun
no shade on this run
perilous, the wind
eyes let sand in
draining, the humidity
tempting torpidity…
steep hill appears ~
tears, no more gears
I have lived various journeys, torpidity with ideas.
During the summer I walked 6 miles and 12 miles back. Intervals for blow jobs, as well as hiding within her cupboard, until her parents were asleep to .
Her parents always disliked me, they agreed she could do better.
I thought it was true love but she effortlessly forgot.
When finally meeting six months later. Holding hands with a new friend, who had friends that introduced her at university parties.
A family meal out, they all said “hello”.
I left immediately to be alone, regretting being with a ****.
Then outside in the rain we argued about my feelings, There was nothing to say, I had none.
We went home together. Her back towards me, being cold.
My thoughts when back to you Kate. In the garage, having sex on a fridge.
We could not afford condoms but used a crisp packet instead.
I broke
my proper thumb
within venial borders
a shear from a bygone era
on your
tip of the iceberg
you spread a ruffle in my
bleeding shadows
we steer
the flow
on with the ebb and tideway
cutter with sawtoothed teeth
the scorn
of buoyant tethering
In a state of torpidity
5st PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: March 27, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND 1098 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived. ( Poem inspired by Poet Brian Strand Form)
TOXIC STATE Double Acrostic
Troubling terribly
Opting to overcome.
X-axis and Y-axis of mind distorted,
Indicating
Chaos or crazy connivance.
Stoically shattered sick
Totally turbulent.
Arid abusive
Tottering torpidity
Enraged erratic.
12/09/16
Toxic State Contest by FJ Thomas
Brain is crackling, crisp, ivory bone dry
Gremlin stuffing cotton behind my eyes
Head begins to swell with torpidity
Vivid mind fading to transparency
Internal membranes breaking down
Thoughts run a deep molasses brown
'Tween thought and motion, expanding rift
Act of sheer will, the body to lift
Limbs grow wooden, ready to fall
Seek out the blessed horizontal
Cover exhaustion with soft frayed quilt
Self-indulgent moment’s guilt
Serotonin sleep dump almost disappointing
Blessed moment of irresponsibility ending
Leaden lids descend on eyes
Fading into a sky blue paradise
3/25/16
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