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Gatsby's Orgiastic Light
by Ken HarnischI’ve offered enough words
On the subject;
You’ve said nothing, and
In so doing, speak volumes
Overloud
No vindictiveness here:
I am of the kind that
Learned how to suffer his
Indignities in royal silence
And his losses behind
A bottle of Corona Light
I am also the sort who
Weeps at sappy movies
And would have been a great chick
If only God had given me
The other chromosomes
But alas, He meant me to be
One of the stony males who
Hides his heart behind his sleeve
And pretends he never had one
When I wear no shirts at all
So, stoic as a rock, and quiet
As a cloud, I drift away
Mourning what I never had
And wasn’t supposed to be
Wanting anyway.
Like Gatsby’s orgiastic light
I keep swimming to the sun
While borne, ceaselessly
And I guess now fatally,
Back to an unredeemable past
When I let that go, the rest of it
Will crumble into nothingness
And I’ll just have to go another way
And more and more nowadays,
That’s a trip I’m looking forward to.
10/18/2011 Posted on 10/18/2011
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/18/11 at 01:54 PM I like this Ken and think many of us have this feeling that we would just as soon go under as to continue realizing what we will never have. But then we still have enough different ways to see things that we haven't seen yet even if we have to make them up. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/18/11 at 03:12 PM Yes, I definitely see your point. To be forced over to the road we need to be on is much better than continuing down a fruitless path, no matter how much has been invested so far. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 10/18/11 at 07:29 PM I think you're playing some with the reader here, challenging interpretations of 'unredeemable', measuring the weight of actions and words, fusing theology with evolutionary science... |
| Posted by Sal Haefling on 10/18/11 at 10:20 PM Very charismatic. |
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