It had been weeks now,
Since he had become
The silent sentinel
That watched the darkened street corner
Alone and unguarded he stalked the street,
His feelings so blatant and obvious that
Even the garbage in the gutter.....
saw through him
*"Marry? Hey it's Tom, look, I really need a fix, can you hook me up? Your place in an hour? OkI'll bring her..........*
At first it had been pleasant enough,
Watching the street corner
Day in and all night,
His warm glow effecting all that passed........
but then the depression set in..
At first it was like a small cool-green reptile,
It's fleeting and flickering tongue
Would only lash out at his nebulous thoughts,
for a passing moment
*"Hey Suzy, we're kinda lost, and we were wondering if you could come pick us up?.....No I don't think the bus runs out here...........*
Soon his depression had risen to gigantic proportions
"All this time spent alone has made me violently ill....."
He thought to himself.
Soon his very light,
Seemed to flicker to the whims of his inner demons.
He always herd them clearly,
They were never faint and distant....
Like his mind.....
Seemed.........to.................be..
*"I always loved you.....You know i didn't, you were there, I never loved him and you know that...........*
Sometimes they would scream at him,
yelling hoarsely brandishing their proverbial fists,
Mad at me?
His mind was riddled with
Chaos and connfusion,
Every decision product of hours of
Second guessing.
*"They are all around me Sidukar, the very scum of the earth. Never thought they'd be so stupid....What? Oh, yeah, I got the package, it's guna be hot for them tonight...........*
He ransacked and pillaged the halls and passages of
His mind
He desperately and vehemently searched for what everyone needs.....
a way out
Once, in a bout of bitter rage,
He had the words,
"We are not alone"
Tattooed on his soft exterior.
*"Is Kacey there? No? Well tell im' to get the job done! NO! I don't care ow' he does it, just tell him to get it fucking done!......................*
His skin started to peel and jump off,
His mind wavered wherever,
The drunk carcinogenic driver might be taking him.
He days were numbered he knew it,
His feeble mind was past the breaking point,
He thoughts were like fruit,
slowly rusting on the vine.
*"Hi, I'd like to buy some meat......A pound of roast, ham, and Swiss Chard please. Ready by five? Yes thank you..........*
Maybe, he thought,
I can plead insanity,
And I will be institutionalized
Hehehehehehe.....institutionalized
The darkened street corner was now,
A playground for his emotions,
Which gradually augmented into his
Nightmares
*"What do you mean they won't settle? Well i want the bastards in my office by the time i get back. What? Oh hell, I don't give a damn if they want to or not, just make it happen god damn it!....damn.*
In the end,
A leap out into traffic was what did it;
The voices in his head disappeared
In a violent symphony of metal crumpling like tissue paper,
And a recital where deadly tears of glass showered from the sky.
His mind was finally silent.
After those years of standing on that lonely street corner,
He was finally free of his (metal) mental entrapments,
Oh!, how he loved it.
*"Thing's totally wrecked, some bitch completely wasted hit it..... No way, definitely guna need a replacement.....Yeah, I'll get started on the wiring in the meantime......*
This last voice came from outside his head,
he was sure of it.
His body lay broken among the rubble
they carted him off
And somewhere in the West Banks of New Jersey, lay a shattered phone booth among the scrap heap, the letters *W....re...N.....lone* were barely discernible inscribed on the metal inside..........
But that is totally irrelevant and of no substantial value of course..............
Since he had become
The silent sentinel
That watched the darkened street corner
Alone and unguarded he stalked the street,
His feelings so blatant and obvious that
Even the garbage in the gutter.....
saw through him
*"Marry? Hey it's Tom, look, I really need a fix, can you hook me up? Your place in an hour? OkI'll bring her..........*
At first it had been pleasant enough,
Watching the street corner
Day in and all night,
His warm glow effecting all that passed........
but then the depression set in..
At first it was like a small cool-green reptile,
It's fleeting and flickering tongue
Would only lash out at his nebulous thoughts,
for a passing moment
*"Hey Suzy, we're kinda lost, and we were wondering if you could come pick us up?.....No I don't think the bus runs out here...........*
Soon his depression had risen to gigantic proportions
"All this time spent alone has made me violently ill....."
He thought to himself.
Soon his very light,
Seemed to flicker to the whims of his inner demons.
He always herd them clearly,
They were never faint and distant....
Like his mind.....
Seemed.........to.................be..
*"I always loved you.....You know i didn't, you were there, I never loved him and you know that...........*
Sometimes they would scream at him,
yelling hoarsely brandishing their proverbial fists,
Mad at me?
His mind was riddled with
Chaos and connfusion,
Every decision product of hours of
Second guessing.
*"They are all around me Sidukar, the very scum of the earth. Never thought they'd be so stupid....What? Oh, yeah, I got the package, it's guna be hot for them tonight...........*
He ransacked and pillaged the halls and passages of
His mind
He desperately and vehemently searched for what everyone needs.....
a way out
Once, in a bout of bitter rage,
He had the words,
"We are not alone"
Tattooed on his soft exterior.
*"Is Kacey there? No? Well tell im' to get the job done! NO! I don't care ow' he does it, just tell him to get it fucking done!......................*
His skin started to peel and jump off,
His mind wavered wherever,
The drunk carcinogenic driver might be taking him.
He days were numbered he knew it,
His feeble mind was past the breaking point,
He thoughts were like fruit,
slowly rusting on the vine.
*"Hi, I'd like to buy some meat......A pound of roast, ham, and Swiss Chard please. Ready by five? Yes thank you..........*
Maybe, he thought,
I can plead insanity,
And I will be institutionalized
Hehehehehehe.....institutionalized
The darkened street corner was now,
A playground for his emotions,
Which gradually augmented into his
Nightmares
*"What do you mean they won't settle? Well i want the bastards in my office by the time i get back. What? Oh hell, I don't give a damn if they want to or not, just make it happen god damn it!....damn.*
In the end,
A leap out into traffic was what did it;
The voices in his head disappeared
In a violent symphony of metal crumpling like tissue paper,
And a recital where deadly tears of glass showered from the sky.
His mind was finally silent.
After those years of standing on that lonely street corner,
He was finally free of his (metal) mental entrapments,
Oh!, how he loved it.
*"Thing's totally wrecked, some bitch completely wasted hit it..... No way, definitely guna need a replacement.....Yeah, I'll get started on the wiring in the meantime......*
This last voice came from outside his head,
he was sure of it.
His body lay broken among the rubble
they carted him off
And somewhere in the West Banks of New Jersey, lay a shattered phone booth among the scrap heap, the letters *W....re...N.....lone* were barely discernible inscribed on the metal inside..........
But that is totally irrelevant and of no substantial value of course..............
Author notes
The real title of this peice is "The Schizophrenic Phonebooth" but i felt to put that at the top of the page would be a dead give away, and i like to keep you guessing. Im not completly happy with it as always, and so there are parts of it that i dont like and would like to re doo, and add a bit more detail here and there, over all , its ok, hope you like it and that its not too long.
Milly
Written August 28th, 2005
A contest entry
- - Inanimation - by shiftyweasel.
300 points, ended September 30, 2005, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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its a poem with dialog in it, so in the sence that it is "definately a dialog" i totaly disagree with you. The dialog was inserted in such a way that it makes the poem seem haphazard and very disorganized, and it is like, confuseing on purpose, as it trying to portray a crazy person's thoughts or something along that line.
Milly
Edited on Oct 03, 6:12 p.m. because ''. -
Very interesting indeed, however this is definiately a dialogue, not a poem. It is intriguing and had a good pace to it. Well done.

