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(st.i.ll dre.am.ing) laughter
by Richard PaezLaugh
With the realization
That this is just another
Distraction
What are you dear?
Hallucination-mirage?
Blurred-vision-revelation?
An epiphany...
That drum-beat pulls me in like a tired fish
No more ocean for me just hooks and nylon
Just like my father
The fisherman caught in his own net
Laugh
With the realization
That this is just another
Insufficient metaphor
Knock-knock
Can you hear me now?
Id like to be like you
Going where the tide goes
Free, as free as a mindless creature can be
Parting waves like dried and peeling scabs
And when the waves come in
The tide rolls
There ill be
Battered senseless
A dead man breathing
Gasping and thrashing
Where are you dear?
Can you hear me?
Laugh
With the realization
That this is just another
Pitiful attempt
To reach
The surface
To breathe
Again 09/27/2002 Author's Note: (i am) still dreaming
written while listening to "3 days" by Jane's Addiction
Big thanks to Rachelle Howe for pointing out a correction!
Posted on 09/27/2002
Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/06/03 at 02:55 PM I enjoyed reading this aloud in a charming-insulring manner. I really liked the 4th stanza. A momentary praise that buries the one being praised. Wicked. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/12/03 at 06:43 PM this absolutely broke me, until this: "The surface
To breath
Again" breathe. darling. with an e. i can't believe no one said anything before now. fix that, and you can have my spine once more. |
| Posted by Bethany Lee on 10/11/07 at 05:42 PM Bravo! You amaze me so... |
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