I found this "ordinary " poem written 12 years ago in my stats. I dedicate it to the person who consistently goes through my years of poems and finds all of this stuff. Apart from reading them I wonder if they do anything with them ? Thanks Captain Weird!
FOR CAPTAIN WEIRD
captain weird always knew that there was safety in ordinariness conformity and a picture perfect life
he had compiled a beautiful
suburban album
a glowing testament to
the my life is great
much better than yours badge
a clever cover
with the usual trappings and accoutrements
after years of self deception
he had lost his ability to fly
life became a blurred vision view'd
through the bottom of a wine glass
the most exciting thing
he could manage nowadays
was a fantasy in an office chair
harmless enough i suppose
as long as there is a strong bolt
on the gun locker
and the kitchen knives locked away
I enjoyed the quirkiness of your poem, Rall. I have sympathy for captain weird.
ReplyDeleteWOW! Is Captain Weird a companion or part of you? Keep that strong bolt and lock on the dangerous things, while staying safe in the ordinary things like poems (which have a beauty all their own)!
ReplyDeleteSome of a more serious bent find my Aussie humour hard to relate to. No dont have Captain Weird companions.
ReplyDeleteLOL. I caught the humour, Rall. This was a fun read. Someone hide the key to that gun locker!
ReplyDeleteOuch! Pop goes his balloon. Poor captain weird. Enjoyable lines. :D
ReplyDeleteI love your sense of humour Rall - and the astute inclusions of the realities (the locked up guns and knives!) - may your words be read far and wide - Jae
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