Funeral rites
of reasoning,
awe-inspiring idiocy,
tears mined from
empty dungeons of
indifference
Laughters long-stifled
for situations
break lose, burst
through cold arteries
and veins stiffened out
in the shock of It
I pity myself
for being the corpse
where the show's for
my nameless times,
a life lived dull,
law-abiding romantic's
naked marathons...
They make sure that
my so-called soul
doesn't escape,
shut the coffin tight,
bury me - at last!
my body begins to move,
chuckles play games
in darkness,
music fills the vaccum
Undead companions
lead me down
well-lit castles where
longings wait patiently,
guide me to
the feast of madness,
bliss!
I forget,
try to forgive,
the priest's yawns!
Author notes
PROMPT -
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
- Jack Kerouac
A contest entry
- Kerouac Quote Prompt by NoseRingGirl.
900 points, ended September 7, 7 entries
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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LOL! Makes me want to be creamated!
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"Undead companions
lead me down
well-lit castles where
longings wait patiently,
guide me to
the feast of madness,
bliss!
I forget,
try to forgive,
the priest's yawns!"
A sobering dark piece my friend, well written.
Your AP brother,
mj.
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I think Jack would approve! Excellent take on the prompt, poet!
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