Confused Country Hallucinations
simply saddened- solemn
somewhat singed- seared
suicidal? helpless? no...
homesick, heartbroken..
hearing and seeing.
things that aren't...
if you saw what i did,
would you want to see
something else that
isn't here? words?
worlds? action?
do you think?
do i care?
do you care that
I see things that
aren't here... yet?
things that are
there, just- just
out of reach.
will you hear me
when i speak
spotless, clean, sober
abandoned, anxious-
under the influence
but only of anxiety
caused by what i see
that i can hear
but you can't see
or hear, here
yet??? i'm home now..
sore, sober, anxious.
only missing home
if you won't come
home.
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I really like this.
I really like this. It reads like a bunch of conterdictions all strung together in a very clever manner. Not all of it I totally understand, but what I get out of it is enough to make me highly appreciate it. More than just broken phrases, the piece offers up valid artistic imagery, and hints upon heavy mood swings. Thanks for posting another deep and worthwhile piece.
J.P. (Rex)
Confused Country Hallucinations
Ian Thomas
Personally, when I look at this poem, I get the feeling that the self is somehow a phenomenon that cannot easily be defined or constrained by a moment, whatever that moment might be. The self will not necessarily fit into a neat classification system, which really is relevant only to the expectations of the other, and can flow from moment to moment, experience to experience. It seems to me that this poem is a snapshot of what one could call the yin and yang of consciousness. I enjoyed this one, especially when I was a bit puzzled and read this interesting poem again.