Monday, August 29, 2011

It Continues On

Magpie Tales

It doesn’t stop because you want it too.
This Ferris wheel moves, it is always moving.
Mind at three a.m.
Folding anxieties back on to itself.

This wind
Forcing your umbrella’s collapse.
Inside out
Going on inside
You know the stuff you buried?
Flashing like a neon sign                                                                 3

Don’t even utter the words.

It is a backbiting temptress

An emissary of craving and desire                                                    
The great seductress, whose lie is as beguiling, as
Your very first line.

The high leaves you little enjoyment once the deed is done.
Left in a puddle of sticky peanut butter and maple syrup

Covered in flies
Pummeling every ounce of self-control

Feeding the demon over and over
Then lying to yourself

And everyone else

Tear streaked anger washes over and out
Spilling off your umbrella leaving you dry
And you pick yourself up and reexamine
Who is in control here?

Stead, Utter


Tumblewords: said...

Oh, yes. Habits like the Ferris wheel just keep on keepin' on. Each day, a new temptation.

Stafford Ray said...

"Mind at three a.m.
Folding anxieties back on to itself."
The scourge of the thoughtful!
Eloquently expressed but disturbingly real. We both need a shrink!

Friko said...

Do I detect desperation in the speaker?

Doctor FTSE said...

Nice study of habiy/obsession.

Doctor FTSE said...

Nice study of habiy/obsession.

Brigid said...

Powerful piece, beautifully expressed.

Brian Miller said...

ah the power of our words...we create our realities around that ferris wheel of habits...nice write...

Reflections said...

Habits forever spinning in circles, like the mind words at 3AM... spinning us into wanting to go back, wanting to move forward in change... forever churning the will.

Suz said...

interesting magpie there

Glenn Buttkus said...

The demons of the pre-dawn,
little cortical imps that line up
in long squads, start barking
orders and clanking their red
jackboots. Their clatter and
stress-speak can be distracting,
even bothersome, even devastating;
but you include the solution; positive
thoughts irradiate the dark corps
with light, with logic, with love.

Jinksy said...

Habits, Ferris wheels and 3am - bad combination...

Lydia said...

This is a great take on the image and an alternative to The Little Engine That Could: I think I can, I think I can, .... I know I can. I know I can, I know I can!

Helen said...

You write from a place so deep inside I almost feel like I'm invading your privacy ... beautifully done!

Trellissimo said...

Minds in circles? Not good...

Tess Kincaid said...

"...forcing your umbrella's collapse" powerful...