STUMBLING HUMANITY

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JOURNAL#24

                            





a flake of fodder

borrowed laughter

sent packing

mesmerization

kneeling immobile

yet reeling

foraged

and unkind

inside walls of shuttering self contempt

graphically whispered

arbitrary I LOVE YOUs

that could make even mink feel cheap

splash at the hem of truth

on this field trip of mutual discovery

forcing one's character to hide behind

frank opinions that are not entirely shared

yet unjustly fixated upon

just as all drug addicts alike

who's habits speak far too knowingly of them

well, I personally

never want to know an addicts day to day

routine that closely ever again

when I run really far beyond that of simply

being just tired

my mind informs me that it needs more space

so mentally I put additional holes in my head

to give the creativity                          

windows from which

to better look out of

over the surrounding idiocy that seems to

endlessly circumvent

what little is left of man's
'Stumbling
Humanity'...................

(Aug 13,2000 530pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

again trying to poetically get to know myself a little better.

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solidsarcasm's picture

its amazing. the last 4 lines are a perfect ending, everything slips into place.