Mood MagnetA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
mood magnet,
leeching emotion from the minus side to the plus side and unable to find the proper balance, the so-called golden mean between the extremes, like an elevator that had a few cable snap and the emergency pins failed to detach at just the right moment, like a thousand south poles attacking and attaching to the last north pole ever in existence, freaking out at today's youth for not listening to simple commands, for being goats instead of simple, docile sheep, when the environment refuses to be controlled, then the controller malfunctions like an overworked, poorly programmed universal serial bus port, the blue screen of death awaits, the sons of anarchy and the mayans battle for control within and without, they are iron particles attracted by the mood magnet, out of balance, like a defendant or a victim where justice is neither served nor delivered, a hung jury between the hemispheres, let the mechanism realign the chakras beneath the meninges, like a chiropractor does with the spine, all collinear like Menelaus of Alexandria would have it, except that the answer is a negation of unity, emotion is still being leeched away like a poorly-sealed home in wintertime, and the mood magnet remains for the duration © 2011 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 14, 2011 Last Updated on November 14, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more.. |

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