Self-Interrogation
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
Whether with prescription drugs, illegal substances, or history’s liquid standby avenue of escape, modern society finds its method of choice and pursues hope, believing all along, there has to be a better way.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Self-Interrogation
by Odin Roark
How carefree the traipsing inward
Responsibly free
Charging capsules
Poured golden or clear liquid
As acceptable excuse
Yet once inside
Accountability rears its head
Or heads
Never doubt guilt’s pernicious way
Whether alone
Engaged in barstool profundity
Or slumped against an alley wall
Like a magnet to the tongue
One purges
One releases
Realities better left buried
Yet
Extrication involuntarily weeps
Yesterday’s measured and careful calculation
Now but a melted glacier of ill founded confidence
A flood that will ultimately evaporate
Or find an estuary of temporary repose
One’s next morning
Via aspirin or not
Consciousness relives
What might be remembered
As progress toward…
Perhaps
For others
The hours and minutes
Seconds and milliseconds
Will be counted
Come sundown,
One’s glass is full again
Such beings peer languidly
Through reflections
Swirling memories
Determined to sip tenuously
Wanting to merely understand
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My uncle, now 101, never imbibed until, late in life, he discovered winemaking among his many hobbies and pursuits that he said were funded by not smoking or drinking.
I think for those who have to interrogate themselves, there are other, more psychological issues besides what kind of magic dragons they ride on, to explain their need for introspection.
Ron
Very perceptive writing, Oden. You can put yourself in another's place so well. Enjoyed every verse.
Many blessings,
Linda+
Whether alone
Engaged in barstool profundity
Or slumped against an alley wall
Like a magnet to the tongue
One purges
One releases
Realities better left buried