Parlour Tricks
by Alan Lisanti
The echo chamber
Where words bounce around like rubber bullets in a padded room
Deflections and ricochets
The curious thoughts and the odd paranoia
The fear-driven premature mortality obsession
Of death like it's always breathing cold exhalations on my neck
Remnants of anxious rush coincided with my restlessness
Everything is never quick enough between point a's and b's
Should it subside if I breathe
Control spun dizzy and distorted by the atrophy
It centers around the lack of maintained moments
Where I wonder how far the damage has blown my hollow bones in vicious winds
Where the tides of calm are always just the waters churned
Where the whitewalls and swells dip and dive in extreme descents
This surface never tranquil and still in the dawn's fresh Sun
Beneath the depths to which the eyes can see
There's madness in a maelstrom
Anchors that sink like teeth into the bottom sands
Dragged endlessly by concrete shoes and weighted feet
Like metal on asphault
Where friction erodes the efforts they make to stand firm in the trenches of
What's best described as
Aquatic life of gilled marine mammals
With liquid singed lungs
Adaption: where you become triumphant over evolution's time lapses in slowed hours like clock hands soaked in molasses
And strained by the ticks and tocks
Of duties fulfilled endlessly
To where the gears tire out
And the days have gone numb
Trudge your tomb shoes through the countryside's loneliness
Civilization is an escapists best fitted suit of armour against the throes of isolation and the birth of stirred insanity
The classic depreciation of functional awareness
Symptomatic side effects of hopeless castaways
The voice and the mind's voices concentrated into one
Like split atoms in reverse
Conjoinment by confinement
Madness and doubts and desperation
All in this chorus in unison
Voids and vacancies plugged like holes with the thinking man's thumb
Questionable methods and extortions of tendencies
Drown in the ideal survivalists atmosphere
The oxygen has betrayed me now too
Just like determination and love
When the world stands on my chest
Pressure that tips the scales towards collapse
All in my head and imaginary
And it begs the question
How far can this go?
The calm precedes the storm
The prologue of synergies in the rabbit holes
The loose wheels of the rocket ship built with aluminum
The tin can prayers of human moths flying towards compactors
The scorched wings of Icarus
The scars of all brave fools
And the consequences of tragedies
Where they have tried the unthinkable
And some not lived to transcend their foolish bravery
Catch a bullet in your teeth and spit it out for all the rainy days
Now you can be houdini playing frisbee with ninja stars
And make your exit in a cloudy puff of smoke
Trust me when I say that my demons are quarantined
Not running rampant like a stampede of hooves
But what might it cost me to come out the other side of this?
Altered or...forever
As one
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