… I feel the need, after the attempt, to write something like this (the poem I am about to post).
As I have just completely bared my soul through the form of poetry, I thought it was time for a break and to move onto another subject (that I frequently write and think about): the inefficiency of language.
I guess it’s a bit ironic, using language to discuss its inefficiencies.
I love the irony.
(Note: The format of this poem is meant to be quite jarred, full of indents and random spaces. As I mentioned before, wordpress hates poetry and does not format it – despite my best/terrible efforts at html – the way I attempt to format it. And out of sheer laziness, I just don’t feel like trying. Thus, the poem will remain as is, long and listed.)
Rambling (and no answer in sight).
It’s all tumbling up there. Ideas, stories, people
Bursting to come to life. It wants to come to fruition, but
Just can’t.
Never will.
Upside down and
Rightside up,
I’ll be Rosencrantz and you be
Guildenstern and we’ll try to save him
(but we can’t) and because it all doesn’t doesn’t
Doesn’t matter, we’ll wind up
Dead.
Sitting two seats down, I want to impress and
Open the trap and snap, a spark aiming for
Fire but the wire is cut, short-fused and
Ending with a mutter.
The one in the middle, brilliant, bursts
To life and catches the eye. What did I say? Did you hear me?
Listen listen listen,
But who can hear when all our
Ears are plugged? Stuffed with cotton and
Straining to hear all the
Nuances of the
World.
It’s tough with words like these. Inefficient. Begging to be used and
Crying for fruition. But just can’t,
And never will.
