Walk The Fine Headline (Tbc)

When I look at you I have the same feeling as I do when I see the yellow of the traffic light-
I want to speed through it (I'm running late)
but I know it would be safer to just slow down.

sometimes it blinks and I can kind of just roll through the intersection
sex addiction, my prescription
time and the city taking their tolls

Look around for
others doing the same thing,
cop cars,
people crossing stumbling out of Manhattan bars,

my eyes on them, my thoughts with you, my blood speeding through my veins,
55,65,75 miles per hour
Led Zeppelin screaming 'Fool in the Rain'

My breaths, short like your skirt
you and me, high
the smoke leaving our mouths as the Vatican bells ring
the electric congregation doesn't notice a thing
when they hear the weeping altar boys gasping for breath
with the hymns they sing
criminal priests lead the cowards to slaughter instead of a peaceful death
no longer can we simply pass away
without Last Rites, final penance
but you and I could cut the rope the bell rings on and
send it crashing through the tower
so we will be the only things singing on the hour

we'll set free a people clasping at the hand of God
we'll cut their chains with finger scissors and
we'll never even get caught
because the criminal priests will be on the last train for the
Coast
let dream a people, scared from nightmares of a
Holy Ghost

we'll walk the fine headlines when the newspapers catch on
without looking down to see all the stories below us
we'll do it all by never doing any of it-
never paying into a collection or paying any mind
it'll be the background noise to a brand new generation
full of theatre, poems, and art
fueled by a history of inspiration

we'll write it all away and rename all the architecture
beautiful as they are, cathedrals would make far better theaters

by TheSilent Loudness

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Comments (3)

I must agree with Mr. Pruchnicki's desire to see this 'piece' corrected to his liking. To 'delude' is to deceive. One who happens to be 'delusional' may not accept a 'deluded' frame of mind. And, I do understand Michael's assessment and comments. However, this particular poem, Polluted with Deludedness is a poem that requires 'imagination'. One who is 'polluted' and 'deluded' would not comprehend their 'delusional' state of mind. AND, may become offended by what they perceive as incorrect word usage and content. And I thoroughly understand Mr. Pruchnicki's point of view. To each his own 'creative' depth and exploration of the English language. Confucious? Was he not Chinese?
By 'deludedness, ' you of course mean 'delusion'! What happens to the language when so-called poets ignore syntax and meaning? Ask Confucius! He would say that it leads to mass confusion!
By 'deludedness, ' you of course mean 'delusion'! What happens to the language when so-called poets ignore syntax and meaning? Ask Confucius! He would say that it leads to mass confusion!