beresford mitchell


All This Thisness - Poem by beresford mitchell

in my foreign-ness
i feel blackness
a disturbing outcastness,
isolatedness.
i want to have some isaac hayes ness.
some gold chainness
some black moses ness
have the kind of deep powerful voice that commands attentativeness,
i want to elevate my boardroomness

i want to drop my computeress failings,
my fumbling 5 finger skillless keyboardlessness,
address my lack of successfulness
switch to some elitist gold clubness.
20000 bottomless dollar bottles of wineness
attempts at the new snobness and refinedness
can i adopt some over the top all done out shanghainess
some excessiveness
or tier two bling-ness
can i 
can i 
can i really be a part of this.

this feeling of outsiderness
not in control or really connected to this,
an invisible spray of black pepperness
is killing this will in me
to endure this
to outlast this
certainly not to prolong this
but to beat and conquer this
to become a part of this.

i want to howl like his holiness
that isaac hayes-ness
that walk on by this.
stop all of this shaft-i-ness.

i get tired of all of this,
this screwing you
and confusing you in the meetingness.
it is wearing this
old boy down.

i think i'll take a piss
on all of..............

Listen to this poem:

Poet's Notes about The Poem

a story of feeling like an outsider in a foreign land and trying ones best to adapt, adopy, beome one.

Comments about All This Thisness by beresford mitchell

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 4, 2013


[Report Error]