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Oedipus Rex and Banging an X

Good day dear winners, losers, tie-ers and those apathetic or sage enough to avoid the event altogether. Not that those two traits are mutually exclusive per se. Collectively exhaustive? No, just collectively exhausting…

Time is extremely limited this morning so I’m going to cut the typical blather short because today’s poem is actually half decent. Maybe even two-thirds decent!

“Luchadore”, September 20, 2018.

A mask that’s worn beneath the skin

Disguising how you feel within

Cannot be bought, it must be earned

Upon your face is slowly burned

Halloween’s immaterial

When your attire’s bacterial

Some benign growth origin known

Grief or dark shame that’s overblown

The daily need to always hide

Means that something’s fractured inside

That’s not to say that hope is dead

One needs only recall instead

With effort and a sprig of luck

This covert visor you may shuck.

For the record I don’t actually believe that luck is a necessary component to being real with others and much more importantly with yourself. There is a reason for which “knowing thine-self” has been such a well-represented literary concept historically. Oedipus and Hamlet notably to the more modern Eckhart Tolle et al. As far as I’m concerned as long as you aren’t required to stab out your own eyes with a long pin after porking your moms, you’re probably doing ok.

I am working shortly so that’s all for me. Enjoy you presumably more languid Saturday!

Happy Trails and Waggy tails! I think I prefer “waggy” to “wagging”. Thoughts?

-Alex Blaikie

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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.

6 replies

  1. Well, wagging, being an adverb, exists only while active. Waggy, on the other hand, or tail as the case may be, being an adjective, exists as long as the tail, or the hand exists. Also, waggy rhymes with saggy which, at my age may be useful. Thus, I cast my vote with the majority.
    Yours truly,
    Mr. Merryweather Hillbottom Featherweight
    89 degrees Fahrenheit
    Limbo, Somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle

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