Paradox Locked (Poem)

Great souls without names slither across

Broken landmines

While the weary mind fails

To sort a barrage of sharp senses

As skeletons dance a routine

Resemblance to some forgotten ritual

That never did what it meant

Or really meant much anyway,

We’re too attached to this shit-

Let’s dive into astronomical space exploration-

Redundant repetition may alter the doorway

Or the key

Until falling into a trapdoor

Of misplaced opportunity

That somehow leads to an explosion to create

A plethora of galaxies-

So fuck you if it means anything at all-

We’re hopelessly spinning on a carousel

Of consumption and sleep,

I’ll die before this horrid world

Gets the best of me,

And all the same, although it pains me to say-

I may have to release myself

From the steel clamps of this woman...

I may have to find a small wooden cabin

In the middle of nowhere

And write my scribbled death poetry across

The roots of some trees

In a forest somewhere, no one will find me,

I’ll be lost in a dream beyond compare-

Never going to find where I’m hiding...

Forever forgotten amongst a chaotic madness

I never wanted to be a part of anyway,

Someone else should take her, enjoy her,

Tolerate her volatile moody shit,

I’m sick of it,

Exasperate the pleasure

And then retreat from field or battle,

It’s whatever-

I was never meant to be a warrior.