Transference
A rambling stream of consciousness
I need to scrape off some arrogance
From a character or two.
Lay it to dry in the sun.
Powder it.
Dress a glass table in its glory.
And inhale.
.
I need to believe that I control
Every train, every station,
Every soul on the commute.
Because if a man as mad as he
Lived to tell the tale
Then perhaps I'll die from
inactivity.
.
God, it feels good to crack the rules open.
Peer inside their thoughts.
It's all a lesson in bending the knee
But I'm too busy soaring
On borrowed arrogance
To bow to this world.
.
Not when it is decomposing,
Releasing such a foul stench
The critters at the poles have flipped
Belly up in protest.
Aren't you tired of it too?
The taste of rubber on your tongue,
I mean.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (2)
You have generated real tension herein between authorial hauteur and the recognition of the inexorable decay of a world impervious to its interventions.
Borrowed arrogance, there is certainly enough to go around. 👏👏✨ Nicely done.