Post by Dan the G-Man on Aug 24, 2010 17:20:29 GMT -5
WHITE FEATHERS
A white feather
Settles half obscured
Between couch and carpet
Where the parquet floor
Reveals itself In a diffident declaration
Of its existence
You talk, I listen
Half of a mind to shut you up
But as your words come tumbling out
Instead I think
How the world is littered
With falling things
You uninhibited and unaware
Continue to espouse your theories
On all of my numerous shortcomings
As the evening turns darker still
"Everything you are
And everything you’ve done
Doesn’t count for anything now"
Or so you keep insisting
Cloaked in vagaries of course
And uttered between sips of a third or fourth drink
Eyes shrunk to pins
A sure fire give-away
But nevertheless
I hand over all my power to this
More drinks
With half of an eye on the clock as it ticks
“You blew it “
You insist
"You didn’t have the time
Or the brain to value such things
Your lack of a university degree
Attests to this"
Externally I agree
On the off-chance
It makes you feel better
But mulling over a feather I conclude
You don’t have a clue
What you’re talking about
But then again
What words can I use to explain
The exquisite recklessness
Of finding oneself finally
At home
The profound shift
Of such an Exile
Travelling amongst a meandering tribe
Of forgotten men
Sparrows dressed up like peacocks
Or lepers turned gods of fortune
Our domain a playground
For exaggerated feelings
Projected then bounced back
In a carefully choreographed dance
An ancient ritual
A gentlemans agreement
Evangelists amongst the lonely
And the hyper-sensitives
Now as I deposed, return
So now you too must trek
To find your forgiveness
S.A.M August 24th 2010
A white feather
Settles half obscured
Between couch and carpet
Where the parquet floor
Reveals itself In a diffident declaration
Of its existence
You talk, I listen
Half of a mind to shut you up
But as your words come tumbling out
Instead I think
How the world is littered
With falling things
You uninhibited and unaware
Continue to espouse your theories
On all of my numerous shortcomings
As the evening turns darker still
"Everything you are
And everything you’ve done
Doesn’t count for anything now"
Or so you keep insisting
Cloaked in vagaries of course
And uttered between sips of a third or fourth drink
Eyes shrunk to pins
A sure fire give-away
But nevertheless
I hand over all my power to this
More drinks
With half of an eye on the clock as it ticks
“You blew it “
You insist
"You didn’t have the time
Or the brain to value such things
Your lack of a university degree
Attests to this"
Externally I agree
On the off-chance
It makes you feel better
But mulling over a feather I conclude
You don’t have a clue
What you’re talking about
But then again
What words can I use to explain
The exquisite recklessness
Of finding oneself finally
At home
The profound shift
Of such an Exile
Travelling amongst a meandering tribe
Of forgotten men
Sparrows dressed up like peacocks
Or lepers turned gods of fortune
Our domain a playground
For exaggerated feelings
Projected then bounced back
In a carefully choreographed dance
An ancient ritual
A gentlemans agreement
Evangelists amongst the lonely
And the hyper-sensitives
Now as I deposed, return
So now you too must trek
To find your forgiveness
S.A.M August 24th 2010