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SAD FANCIES FRET MY MIND
SAD FANCIES FRET MY MIND
a prose poem by
ROBERT DAVIDSON
Last night I was beat up in a fistfight standing outside the local simply because people have trouble tolerating. People cannot live with one another and having lost moorings I attempt to live escapist-fantasy spending life surfing gothic net sites watching TV news getting bad doses of excess reality. The world as I see it is silly-serious offering zany visions of terror and atrocity while smiling politicians make promises and war and holy clerics preach love and jihad. I am left with such slipperiness of meaning and being deprived of real life gives the shivers. Overcome by the fecklessness of everything I stumble fumble in a world stripped of meaning with fantastic fancies of a mind lost amid the dark frets of antidotal faiths. Outside the pub a bus explodes.
A bomb is a bomb is a fiery bomb on sharp edges of fear the world reeling reacts giddily spinning like a spun wheel amid debris of glass breakage and twisted metal as blue police pop up like mushrooms in the night gunning dead the wrong man running towards the station their guns blazing like red brands burning breaking the sharp edges of my brain while the sad world explodes explodes and explodes in a fiery spinning blaze.
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Geezer
Sat, 2019-10-26 17:18
Having read...
your other work here, I much prefer your rhyme, although I think this has a lot going for it and it reads like a story told by someone who has lived it. I found that the last of it, seemed to be a little bit out of focus; as though the person was dazed by the bombing, but I feel that it only adds to the work. ~ Geezer.
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