I am the antithesis of the I

I am the antithesis of the I
the very doubt
the reason it all comes
tumbling down
the freeway to nowhere

I am the very cause
the fall out the rain the soot
factories of old
succumbing to the old history
palaces made of tarot cards
whispers of turtles and sticks
the very end of I as you know I
in days where I am I
still carrying meaning all the way
to the shores of no memory

I one might add I and more
the struggle for a meaning
winds that suddenly dip
into stray stars and beaches
where a stitch is no hex
where I is a promise
fading into the rolling
of more sugar and lame talk
crutches and ducking

I am but a golden melon stay
a me trickle of lethal pay
a clock winding the other way
turning living into a final day




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-08-25 at 19:39

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This piece has great strength. And again there are wonderful phrases. Like "the shores of no memory" and "palaces made of tarot cards" and "a clock winding the other way". I would be not telling the truth if I claimed to understand it all. But the language is lovely and I get the message that you are not fond of the I.
2015-08-29


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i think this is great, and i do too.

the final rhyming quatrain pleases i, and me too.
2015-08-26


Ivan R
Morbid, lifeless, hating life, but still holding on to it, explaining it, living it, wanting it ... the circle of life itself, yes*
2015-08-26