Starin into Jars

by Curt Allday

thus is life i have discovered over the last 6 months
you want things to go your way but nature will not have it
it is uncontrollable, a chaotic nexus of rewards and regrets
and i am in the center of some storm
a vagrant
left to sit in public transit
with these little white buds
filling my soul with nourishment as I cannot
seem to find the same stimulation
from the bustling bee hive around me
so i set my sights low
as the world around me is high
at the end of town
up on the hill
the mansion overlooking the
lying in ashes
swelling to the brim with
all my wants
that i will never obtain
without a map
that i will never find
so i wander
into arms
to hold me for the night
until i leave again
on my own
a rolling stone
a complete unknown
to walk in absence
with absinthe
rising from my skull
as i see tracers of angels
and magnetic ghouls
pulling me into the light
of the jar
i have stared in for years
still have not found
anything close
to what could be considered
the one


Posted on 04/24/2007
Copyright © 2022 Curt Allday

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/24/07 at 03:26 AM

I like the way you put this together. It's got a nice relentless quality going for it. Especially with the language itself. Great work.

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