simmering speaker thrum.
Bass numbs MDMA carapace -
empty embraces, swollen gums.
The party lingers, memories fade.
Yesterday remains a picture
left out in the rain.
Colors running in rivulets,
pastel pixels merging
to cinnamon dun.
Sunspots erupt
in the back
of my eye.
In the morning light I turn, those cinnamon eyes flutter like the rush of MDMA Butterflies.
Breaking conditioning
A poem from a different time, a different me and I guess a large part of the teenager that made me the man I was to become.
Lol, but even in that teenage angst I still knew how to have fun 😂 You'll go insane if you don't work that out in a developing/changing mind.
Many of us don't leave a kind of quasi-adulthood until we're well past our twenties!
I truly believe that; some play roles carved out for them by parents or school's conditioning, and undoubtedly create or enable something larger than them.
Whether it be selling a car to someone in a showroom, or repeating mindless script from fluorescent bulb rooms with a thousand other chattering call centre advisors. Or weaving lies from half-truths in a marketing team (I've written press releases, and been involved in 'reputational management'), or hiding small atrocities in a PR department, or mapping out the heavens looking for that elusive star... that might support life-bearing planets.
Dreaming dreams and writing them down for others to inhabit, for a time. Creating worlds within worlds on paper or film to bring escape, to spend time and forget for a while the simple truth that we all die alone.
There comes a point in everyone's life where they transition from quasi-adulthood to their full grown-up selves, and a vast majority of people think they're already there when their still developing an understanding of the chaos of this universe.
I'm still not 100% sure I've reached that final stage of adulthood, but recognizing the nature of quasi-adulthood has to be at least the first step on the ladder!
Thanks for reading 🙂🌿
The various media used in the poetry reading are all from CC license sources, links to credit: 1st Pic: Kat Smith & 2nd Pic: Gam-Ol.
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