Forgetful Poem by dan hightower

Forgetful



incongruous this is when you grapple with human nature and need, when you splice the emotive and the instinctual, the grandeur and the angst, stifling the memories of smiles and giggles and drowning a pleasantry into a forgone conclusion, an image, a slippery angle, dangerous angel, force fed karma perhaps, the fighting of antipathy, resulting in a dripping disdain of self, the sophism of solitude, i shall return to my haven with broken wings and appeal to the gods to offer me a vision of vanity again, a broke down palace indeed, this residue, creaky and cracking like skulls from rubber bullets fired in errant revelry, in a fit of not thinking, firing without aim she broke my armistice of trust and sank the taste of honey into a musk of treachery, lecherous in spite of happiness, wanton in the face of feeling, sharp like jagged edges, shadows piercing the bright light of looking glass hope, severed, scathing itchy burning inside, salvage unrecognizable, sewage where once wine was, dripping from the jaded lips like pugilistic rancor, i am off the path of righteousness now, i am off the glory bound walk, my gait swaggers with new intent, wishing no ills to them that fall in my way but wishing no good either, no well wishing shall i do in the course now set, pillaging and frolicking now, running to catch the latest drunk then falling from the caught libation into the arena of doubt and useful forgetting…

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