My life is different now. I don't feel stuck. I don't feel exploited. I don't feel like I'm treading water in the shark tank. Becoming a van dweller has been exactly the right thing for my mental health.
But here's a peek at my former self.
Perception
gliding along upside down
looking through rose colored goggles
into backward binoculars
at a rear view funhouse mirror
in the dark
with one eye closed
rabbit’s foot crucifix mutant clover
in my unhip pocket
knowing the juju will see me through
get me over the lumps and bumps
and sudden detours over the precipice
solidly grounded in erroneous assumptions
founded upon other erroneous assumptions
about things that never really happened
and never really could
I am certain
I am true
I am safely wrapped
in fluffy layers of
non-reflective self-deception
and a wrinkle resistant blend
of delusion and denial
all the while watching
for the deus ex machina
created ex nihilo
and ex post facto
to stretch forth its mighty hand
and save my bacon
making a happily ever after
ending to end all endings
but in the end
there is no man
with an inscrutable plan
behind the curtain
pushing buttons flipping levers
pulling strings on my behalf
in the end
the pretty myths that keep me afloat
bloat and
drag and
drown
Reading this I imagine you might have been a pilot working for Eastern Airlines.
ReplyDeleteI have not found anything this depressing since the Amy Winehouse 2003 album Frank.
ReplyDelete"in the light of her subsequent career, Frank comes off as the first chapter in the Romantic myth of the poet who feels too deeply and ends up killing herself for her audience's entertainment"
DeleteSo I might have another career, huh?
DeleteAs I give it another look it could be considered in the style of American Prayer.
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But Amy and Jim do have one thing in common is that they both drank themselves to death at age 27, which would not be possible in you case do to your advanced years.
I died long ago.
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