Distraction

[HappyBuddha]

Sitting at my desk, waiting for an idea; it eludes me, hiding in the long tall grasses of Distraction that sway gently in my mind, gently seducing me with their appealing beauty. I pursue this line of thoughtlessness but find it to be a viciously circular in nature - for is this grass not natural? Its not, and thats the rub - this baking sun has given it a ton of extra energy to grow. Surely there can't be sun - my Imagination has shrunk so much that only bitter cold could be the culprit. Must there be a culprit? I stubbornly insist on scapegoating, staring at the still-blazing sun hoping that it will blind me to the obvious. Meditating upon the pointless holds a nihilistic pleasure for me, moving me outside the messy realities of a day that bounced my check when I tried to spend it and into the disjointed realm of metaphors. Here my sorceror's pleasure awaits, obtained from a cagey demon summoned from the Beyond of my mind in return for the sacrifice of my time. Sacrificed perhaps, but here not in vain - my work is done.

 

 

Constructive criticism and encouragement are both accepted; my only request is that it be truthful

[Alaeha]

Honestly, it doesn't seem terribly poem-y. More like a recording of your stream of thought -- though I'm sure I don't sound like that when I'm thinking... though I don't have streams of thought so much as hailstorms. They go all over the place with no apparent pattern.

 

Good vocabulary to it, certainly... and it doesn't usually feel like you were flipping through a thesaurus to find a way to sound like an "intellectual."

 

Were it longer, I'd honestly recommend putting it in the Assembly room, though. (I'd suggest considering it anyway.) *Shrugs* It's interesting, one way or another.

[HappyBuddha]

I considered doing so but decided this fit better under the aegis of "line-by-line creativity". Its borderline, even so.