Remission
It’s the rhythm of the words and
the reason of the rhyme
lit up, split up, getting ahead of time
luck, an artificial construct
like freedom and religion and astrology
biology, overgrown libidos in worn out
tuxedos and premature fecundity
will we ever find out what’s under me?
will we find me? what drives me
and ties me and binds me to
spiritual symbolism and superstition
my life’s in repetition
thank GOD, indecent and obsolete
my life’s in repetition
thank GOD, indolent and incomplete
my life’s in repetition
thank GOD
I’m in remission
- William Roberts
(featured in the poetry forum 12.26.09)
Therapy
So here we are being analytical
Spiritually lyrical
Chronically cynical
You're no longer apolitical
Folded, twisted, convoluted
My mind's polluted
Shoot it
oops, I dropped a hint
Let information leak out
I should think before I speak out
A victim of diametric interlocution
Imagine if I wasn't symbolically oppressed
My thoughts chemically suppressed
What then would I be thinking
Were I psychically undressed
Perverse aversions, disturbing techniques of avoidance
I'm symptomatically depressed
- William Roberts
(featured in the poetry forum 10.31.09)
Oceana
flesh and fire conspire
to become one
truth obscured by the sun
a light
rips away the night
frightened
exposed
dawn's breaking finds me
cold
wet
shaking
- William Roberts
(featured in the poetry forum 10.19.09)
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