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Sir-cuit Breaker

“I like big books and I cannot lie– Y’all other readers can’t deny– When a tome strolls past with its thick old spine– It’s like, damn novel, you so fine…”

It sort of just keeps going like that, the song is way longer than I remembered. Really the only other part worthy of your time would be, “My oblongata don’t want none unless you weigh tonne, son.” And now you know pretty much what I did yesterday. 🙂

I do have a more legitimate rhyme salvo to lob in your general direction today. We’ll talk a bit more at its close, enjoy!

“Faulty Circuits”, July 9, 2020.

Impracticably negative

Outlook and feedback loops

Crassly dour and segregative

To vulnerable groups

This tribalistic hatred foul’s

A separate class of drugs

Both like to leave with ingrained scowl

And each will render slugs

Self-loathing is the frequent root

To seek out either one

And while transforming to a brute

Will masquerade as fun

But see conversion’s lightning-swift

And upon completion

Consciousness now so far adrift

Near worthy deletion

Yet forfeiting humanity

Surely is not the way

False martyrs nor insanity

Cannot be sanctioned sway.

I haven’t been rhyming as much of late so it’s nice to enjoy a brief respite in the comfort of pattern and structure. Like an argyle blanket fort.

The intended theme here is more on the nose than the ball of a circus-trained seal so I don’t feel it necessary to delve into the patently obvious. What is considerably less so would be the manner of how to actually fill your soul with something other than hatred or substance abuse. Ironic as there are few things if any, more vacuous. Like trying to fill your gas tank with an empty jerry can. Going through the motions but accomplishing nothing.

As always, I am truly grateful for your readership and support. I’ve also really been enjoying the comments of late so feel free to keep them coming! Not always right away but I’ll try to reply to every one. 🙂

Now let’s all go strive to be the people our dogs think we are!

Happy Trails and Waggy Tales!

-Alex Blaikie

Categories: poetry writing

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

19 replies

  1. Sounds like you’ve got the beginnings of a damn fine rap going on here. I remember the days when you were actually reading your poems, I wish I’d saved a few of those classic recordings. What’s it gonna take for you to record your first rap 🙂

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  2. “A blog is a log-in storage holding many creative uncut GEMS to be cut into peace-meal Jewels that are a million fortunes in 1 treasure!”_-Van Prince

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