Another Nameless Post
Dancing on the graves
Of infant dreams
Killed and buried long ago,
Exulting on the ashes
Of distant visions
Gone up in cigarette smoke.
Cannibalistic exhilaration
Of a hungry soul
Feasting on fresh minds,
Ecstatic jubilee
Over rotting remains
Of dead desires.
Wild, wild addiction
To noxious fumes
And the hangman’s noose.
Rather difficult isn't it to comment when I'm not sure whether you're talking about what I'm imagining you're talking about (and especially since I don't understand poetry in general). That said - this nameless post is "ghastily" disturbing (which is nothing surprising). I'm sure I'm not the only one who's likely to be walking through a haunted nightmare on reading the second of your nameless posts. It's odd or maybe not: I can hear the drum beating in the background, see the smoke, smell the half-rotting corpses - not necessarily physical ones each time I read this one...Where are you walking through I wonder. On another note: this one reminds me of the U2 lyrics. Maybe because their lyrics while they always seem to make sense in an odd way (even when they talk about something that one has never been through one's self) the lyrics almost never correspond to what U2 was trying to get across....
ReplyDeleteTake care.
Shilpi