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by Travis G Finborgthe last time death was reminded
i sired my self into into a sleeping heap
why walls always seem
to spring there way into my psyche, should I get
philospohical?
whats the point? but in asking
the reason I present a philosophical point
there is no escape from the
mental boundaries, they are
set in nerve endings.
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there are moments
when time seems to crawl along
taking small tidbits of sanity with it
(my stomach is full
of turkey and bread
a slice of dill pickle and some
mustard and mayonaise.
i feel content, it is the
first home made sandwich
I have had in such a long time,
I also enjoyed a glass of
koolaid <another child hood treat>
it was very comforting to
slowly eat the soft sandwich
and drink the sweetness of the koolaide
when I was finished I felt full and content.)
then I lost a friend
to the stupid beligerent
stubborn stiff necked indifference
watching the symbolic death
a fragile link between
us is dissolved
trying to hold on, feeding this
thread for years, allowing it to
drain and distract
I am disconnected from everything important
09/17/2003 Posted on 09/18/2003
Copyright © 2026 Travis G Finborg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 09/18/03 at 03:10 AM stubborn stiff necked indifference..this rocks. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/20/03 at 02:07 PM I see certain amount of outsiderness, in the philosophycal terms. And this makes it easy for me to feel identified. You are right,'there is no escape from the mental boundaries, they are
set in nerve endings.'Nor there's any escape from the fragmented selves fighting to take charge.Nor from their associations, the energy providers. Its a thinking poem.
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