A Poem, aware of its pretentions. Apologies and defiance.
For reasons all my Own
I walked the darkened streets that are
a minor city's passageways.
To satisfy my cravings for a summer's wish
I purchased late at night
two sandwiches of ice cream,
And continued out into the cool September air.
In my endless search for symbolism
I said why I had purchased two.
It was not just the sale.
The other was for absent friends.
The fool's gesture impressed no one
In any case I ate them both.
Could never dream or destroy.
To him I stand in opposition.
No skill or trade have I,
Merely endless dreams,
And the personal destruction that is creation
The living worlds
Lately writ by me
Have in their antecedent
A thousand others
That I failed to bring to life.
I have given up much of myself
If only to give the flood of words
A fitting resting place,
Perhaps to give my tired mind
A little breathing space.
The phrases that seem so profound
Written in the moment on a chill autumn's night
(Whilst eating colder-still ice cream)
Once put to paper seem paltry things.
A dumb show filled with noise
Concealing empty meanings.
In lieu of absent, distant friends
I turn to doggrel verse.