alternative, free verse, independent, literature, Uncategorized, underground, writing

The Eternal Unconscious

Sleepless nod ad nauseum 

Secrets dancing on the highway

but no new kicks

aiming a shotgun at the grandfather clock

Killing time discussing Caligula, Thaddeus and Judea

in smoke choked basement dark rooms

at the train station, intersection of tracks reminds

of the indivisibility of pleasure and pain.

Desire sleeps in dull daylight.

Ache to dream again

Of wild adventures and shadow girls without pretense

At parties beyond the physical,

Still, same old shit refrain

You can dull but never kill pain

Technology talking for us tuned out

Mild static, feedback tinnitus ring

Distant ship in waves of sound

Blurred gently away

With conscious reality giving way

To the unconscious eternal.


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