Poem Of The Absurd Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

People burdened, without food or drink, they feed
themselves on garbage, maids replace mothers,
the Heads focus on their folly, not on their history.
The Vienna Academy of Fine Arts rejected Hitler
as student, so flings on us arrows of Appalling Arts,
so flight turned onto fall, the zealous became bad,
the rich one enjoys beverage, the poor not a drop
while ten banks break the table of his house.

I'll be back, as an angler in a transparent boat,
paddling in rough seas without using oars,
the boat been pushed by your pulse, my soul,
until everything you wear on be fully rotted,
you don’t need neither paddle, nor robes,
nor your shadow, so let the vortex to swallow it.
The ocean of serenity seems as a palm water,
you can leave that boat away from you,
and paddle your own self, oh my soul.

The child is riding on my back, he is using
my pen as his sword, my hair is his reins; says:
'the sun woke the rooster to wake us for work! '
The child resembles the real hope of tomorrow
that is sure not unsure, as you think! I take
him on the horse to escape from the absurd
and the Horror, reaching a Harbor of foams!



© JosephJosephides