Thursday, April 26, 2007

Incandescence

Staring at 65 watts of incandescence fixed upon my wall
The sharp light burning upon the inside of my eyeball
Tattooing itself into a black twisted coil
Punching the pain on through the visual foil

I shift my gaze to the cold floor beside me
The tattoo follows the line of sight blindly
I smile inward upon the mild irony
Of the words picked up in contrived harmony

Much like the days of my life, I suppose
Days spent in calm repose
Plotting acts of dazzling brilliance
Idling moments through patented dalliance

Shifting eyes tired, on to a shiny laptop screen
Waiting for a connection through a electric sheen
Counting off electronic sheep that run across Technicolor plains
as I daydream at night, of walking through acid rains

Am I high or is this a new low?
Contemplation of imponderables should go.
No point in trying to temper a crazed mind.
That insists on being the last of its kind.

For years twenty five, and soon twenty six,
I have always been in a quandary, in a fix.
How can I be unique, just like everyone else?
Even if it is for short incandescent spells?

4 comments:

neo said...

Blessed.

"Contemplation of Imponderables."

Blessed by this Blog.
Thanks Zeus!

ram said...

Dream of walking through acid rains :). The last lines were too good. For short incandescent spells.

dharmabum said...

hey, swich to the tube lite, save lektricity :)

Vasu said...

"Counting off electronic sheep that run across Technicolor plains.."

Wow!!

Incandescence is a blessing you know?