I am fixated in a fanatical mood,
Peddling surrounding; paced, regrettably ebbing,
Onward landmark atop landmark loom,
Lament the distance…
Daft, foiled, disappointed,
Clamber impure, industrial, engineering advances,
Traverse mingling structures,
Exceed infringing masses,
Breathe in noxious breath after venomous breath…
Mechanically triggered thoughts tick,
Rapidity, alacrity, haste the movements,
Deliberation, discharge synapses,
Collapse expenses, navigate expanses,
Abide life superficial…
Preference a selective instrument,
Solitary mechanism set distinctive, near inimitability,
Exceeding preceding limits,
Employing superior alternatives,
Pacification of prior constraints:
The calamity of the street process surrounding me.
5 comments:
kevin, i would have never guessed you wrote poetry. hows blogspot for you?
heyyyyyy kevin with a blogspot.
did you write this??????????
!what is the confessions of charlotte doyle? that sounds interesting, and also like one of those amelia bedila books, for people in elementary. i've never heard you speak about it.
the word in this poem that immediately caught my attention was: mingling, i saw it as MING LING.
almost like your name!
this poem is like an arrow and very thoughtful! i'll submit it to Mcsweenies on the double!
sorry, my blogspot's just really obscure, you know.
sorriiiiiiiiiez, i didn't call from the red phone booths like i said i would. it's too cold!
BUT. i'll call you when i get home.
though it's hardly HOME without you there! while i'm kind of kidding, i'm also NOT.
did you get my other postcards yet??
check out your link icon on my blogspot!!
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