Falcon2001 Posted September 25, 2004 Report Posted September 25, 2004 Music off tune and repeated The carnival plays in the background I sit basking in the light As my twin portals bombard me with images To my right, a grotesque man bounces Flouncing around with large guns, firing at our beloved hero To my left, models docked up in makeup Strutting - the fashion of an alternate generation I realize that in the end, everyone is the same The trendsetters are despised for their genius While the rest of us skitter frantically around on plastic legs Looking for the way to whore ourselves for a buck Hypocrisy died years ago in a hostile takeover by reality And now blues hammers out of the right hand side As the fat man cries at his discomfort - a baby in a murderer's body Such is life. I return my vision to the left monitor again My brain starts to refuse the stimulus And starts associating odd variables I follow a mental trail of thirteen paths That leads to the beginning with nothing gained.
Katzaniel Posted September 25, 2004 Report Posted September 25, 2004 I love the images this produces, and more so your interpretation of them. The words are all well-chosen for the right mood, and it reads well; you've the got the reader as putty in your hands. It comes across as very trancelike, and at first we don't know what you're describing but we don't mind. I especially liked "Hypocrisy died years ago in a hostile takeover by reality" and though I'm not sure if I get the ending, I also really enjoyed it, "I follow a mental trail of thirteen paths That leads to the beginning with nothing gained." I know what that's like! Thanks for this, Falcon.
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