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Monday, September 3, 2012

Broken *9/3/12

Broken

and yet only broken down,

as a sense of self carries on.

There is evidence of this

as a dull ineffectual pledge

towards tasks,

a continuance of movement

though it wears a numbness

and a flawed attention

to the simplest of motor skills.

No, it’s not at all like a hangover.

It is not a drug rehab experience

nor is there a straight jacket

of chemicals involved.

It is more like breathing

stale emotional air.

It's re-breaths from days ago,

recycled emotional air

as the rewards and upkeep fester.

Oh this could all be changed

in an instant

but that knowing

of one’s circumstance

does not leave one

with many options to respond.

Surely it does

and we both know it does.

But why?

Even if any of us

traded for enthusiasm,

when does that frame become

just another hoop?

Until we trip over it

and excuse ourselves

in a kind of false humor.

Yet I personally,

fully and thoroughly enjoy

this perversity.

It provides a contradicted levity

from deep within,

a meltdown of the dimness

though tasteless but palatable within.

That is why, any one of us

is only broken down.

This is a self-conscious state

of admittance

and yet, a certainty

of a deeper resolve.

And on any give day,

we all can relate to that feeling.

Yes?

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