youthful idealists
at the dark labyrinth gates;
hopeful days indeed
purple thorns blossom
by the serene rail-road tracks:
vagabond roses
flaming cigarette
softens my mental daggers
seratonin spike
no strait jackets worn
by the "learned" insane, but
fast tenure and grants
blue jays chide at me
as I stand in confusion:
the silicon ape
Gladly I'd undrink
many a bottle, listen
to ancient advice
thousands of tongues
vibrate vast mother Earth to
discuss bread-making
the roses of Fall
burn like the brightest sunset
sinking to winter
Comments
Highhat | October 16, 2011 - 06:44
How ridiculous and a bit embarassing for me- I just realized what Seratonin is- its a natural chemical in the brain! Now I know exactly what it is. sorry about the mix-up.- oops- makes your poem even better...
;)Pia
seannelson | October 16, 2011 - 17:52
lol. I guess we're all embarassed(me for setting up an accidental double-post trying to add in the final haiku about Fall roses.) Yeah, seratonin is that brain chemical often medically targeted with anti-depressants or more illicitly with tobacco. For most of my life, I haven't been much of a smoker, but just now it's getting me through a psychologically difficult time... except that no chemical or medicine can replace deeper changes so I'm wrestling with that. I know that I need to change(or grow,) but there's definitely unconscious and egotistical resistance. lol. At least I'm honest. Thanks for the read, Pia; I'll be around.
ScoZen | October 16, 2011 - 19:32
Re your reply to Highhat.
"...At least I'm honest..."
There is a lot to said for that seannelson