by Oisín Breen
Friday, March 14, 2003
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Beacons out at sea – great collapsing swoosh. Holy waves.
Bacon on the stove jus’ sizzling – gonna fill me up.
Ticking and tocking’s that clock.
Looking, knocking at the porch.
Stompin’ feet, clacking hooves, arriving unannounced, uninvited.
Old senators storm on in. They squeal, in single file, sold out suits, looking like the brothers Marx.
French girl’s doing her puzzle, filling the blanks.
Her at her crossword – making a guess, eyeing the guests – got an answer to twelve across.
So here I am lying down on the floor, fiscal fools right up, up on me ‘sif their faces distortion itself.
- Each one’s so studious, standing in line, looking at no one.
They’re chatting, no meaning nonsense, folding up the truth.
“Remember recycle these facts!”
They guzzle my brandy, nothing to do but rest by the window – see the streets unreal, my last sight.
With temerity I approach the subject of darkness.
They tell me of heaven, of good ‘for my god’ – of saving the world with a fright.
Gotta understand their cuckolds nest, gotta know compassion does the trick.
Swirling, soaring, old gentry clap, clap till darkness encroaches.
- Till children fall in line and parents yell at their mail.
- Till all seas become land and land red burning Midas’ inferno.
World will hibernate. Cats and dogs join the rain.
Praying ain’t saving, love isn’t denting the squall of destruction.
Last move. Game in two. Last act of the play. Lost stanza. Curtains down, last applause.
Guess I’ll sit by this window, watch skies burn, watch old fools drink the brandy, kill my eyes.
They whisper forever distortion, deception, distortion
Copyright © 2003 Oisín Breen.
No reprints or distribution of any kind sort in any form in this or any other known universe or dimension or medium without my express permission.
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|Reviewed by Kristi Swadley (Reader)
|I just joined AD today and you're the first poet to have me hooked on their words. Superb! I am off to read more - Kristi|
|Reviewed by Josephine Bohen
|your mind is an amazing thing
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Great!! I had to read it twice!
But still great
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Ahhh, the twists and turns of an idealist youth. This is good, Oisin. Lays it all out there. Finely done, too.
|Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
|okay hi i am the rotten apple but Mr Murray was even more rotten to you how rude. But you are so brilliant there is no need for you to improve for you are truly an awesome writer dont let him tell you otherwise and as for htis poem I like how it distorts it view into an ocean of chaos around you that was neat great job on it|
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|darkness encroaches...would be nice for it not too...
|Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy
|This say it all, distortion, deception, distortion. Great job in setting the mood for the reader.|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|So interesting and unique!|
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|Well I must say, you are very creative,
once I started reading, I had to finish,
you caught me,
hook, line and sinker,
|Reviewed by A PAX
the observer, is the learner......
and you just got an encyclopedia there
lol....berry berrry interesting!
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|In my youth I felt this way.|
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|This is full of twistical stuffs...excellent and mind blowing write from you...cheers...love n luck...BHUWAN|
|Reviewed by Christine Morell
|I love the atmosphere and the scene you set.
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|Wow..I loved this, so descriptive and excellently written! Love the mood here,
|Reviewed by Erica Ivory
|Filled with twists and turns.. Great!! Read it twice!|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|It can feel that way sometimes. Good write.|