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The Nihilist
by Ken HarnischSquatting by the campfire
I see the coal-fired eyes
Of a predator out behind the trees
Not sure if bear or wolf
I turn to find you sleeping
And clamp my lips against a cry
You think me a nervous Nellie
As it is. Someone prone to pull
The ripcord as soon as I exit the
Plane. You think I live life too
Close to the middle to ever
Know the thrill of falling
Off the edge.
I find adventure in books and
Movies, while you indulge
In putting straws up your nose
Pandering to the white powder
That obliterates your soul
You remain sober enough
To fool them all, and enchanting
Enough for me to stick around
So I can slay your dragons
For the record:
I want to kill you sometimes
Just to make sure you survive
And then I wonder
Whose life I’ll make better by
Saving yours. I know it isn’t mine.
I rub my hands over the flame
Thinking bears and wolves like the
Sound of such distress. It makes them
Keen with hunger, and bolder
To fly after the feast.
And while you stir from your
Chemical fog and see your
Bloody fate crystallize before
Finally-getting- it eyes
I’ll be running to that edge
You swear I’ve never been,
Laughing loudly as I leap
Out into the abyss
02/18/2011 Posted on 02/18/2011
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/18/11 at 04:32 PM The title makes me think of "The Big Lebowski", and there's certainly a strange kind of humor running through this thing. It's good stuff at any rate. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/18/11 at 07:22 PM You certainly picked the right title. Worth the reads! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/18/11 at 07:57 PM I love it Ken! It sounds like our household! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/19/11 at 03:45 AM Not quite sure exactly what appeals to me about htis, but it sure does!!! |
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