Artchil Daug

Wrong Side Of Midnight - Poem by Artchil Daug

There is nothing
more worse than waking up
in the wrong side of midnight
when the silence of the streets
amplifies the vacuum of the
other world that lies between
the eroticism towards that
father figure called god
and the right hemisphere
of the human brain;
its weight enough to turn
a man into a holy Atlas
that either carries his own
Atlantis with the grace of
a boot-wearing ballerina
or implodes in the pressure
like that hypertension caused
by devouring too much filth;

and yet the neighborhood is
well asleep in the unheard of notes
of a society left in stupor by
the magnitude of its dream.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 19, 2012

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