Deaden Death
a Poem
At times I try to deaden death with death I try to numb failure with failure I try to cure my blindness with blindness I try to drown my unawareness in unawareness I try to render myself unconscious of my unconsciousness At times I use the earth as the drug to cure my earth addiction On paper this is not a very workable philosophy and even less so off paper Still, at times it seems like the only solution the only path available the only option practical or otherwise And so I wallow further and further to mask my feeble wallowing It is a vicious self-sustaining self-perpetuating Madman’s solution this flirting with death again and again Forgetting again and again its utter unworkability Like the definition of insanity And then I awake to death again to how I deadened death with death to how I like the poor ostrich buried not only my head but my soul in the warm and sandy earth And gasp a new deep fresh lungful of air © Wolfstuff






