Father Time

Father Time,

not so fatherly as we think,

or this is the raving madness
of a man near the ledge like a
hobo with a shotgun pointed
into his oral cavity instead of
at the shitheads who deserve
everlasting punishment because
he doesn't deserve to live,

at least that's what the
depression tells him,

this beast that turned his
favorite color against him
because that's how the beast
gets its rocks off,

confined to a prison of bed rest,
the spouse cooks the fetus in a
malfunctioning oven because the
beast that is the molecule of life
made it so wonderful,

and it feels like his mind is being
marinated in a solution of peroxide,
formaldehyde and muriatic acid,

he's in a system of equations with
so many complex variables that even
Gabriel Cramer would go apeshit
loony tunes and paint the blank wall
with his brain matter,

just like Hemingway did once upon a time,

just like how he almost did with a smaller
caliber and a shorter barrel,

this is your brain on everlasting death
and not the typical s**t that makes a
talented athlete into a washout in a matter of minutes
and that unexpected docudramas are made about,

this is the contrarian view of ultimate everything
synthesized into something readable before hitting
the point where the planet's core embalms him into
some kind of absolute nothingness,

scatter-shot rage at its best

Author's Note

I am high on rage, what can I say?

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

Hope this passes friend.....sounds like you need to take a long walk in the woods...but until then, hold tight to someone.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow very interesting take on Father time... it is true though time is never on our side. A very profound and witty piece.

[Ed Hart]

i am sorry for your rage...i hope it does not burn you up

Wow, Kenneth, the absolute nothingness... yes, you got me there. What a perfect write about the doubt a almost lost person can feel, beasts within him... dualty, dark, and clever. As all your writings, are totally mad of intelligence :D

[roarke]

It's good you let it out. I knew a friend that used to go to an abandoned industrial construction site and take a sledge hammer with him and bust concrete most of the night to get his rage out.

I've read all the pieces, lots of good stuff, in the flow kind of thing, dig back in and find the live nerve, also it's like a microscope on the wrong power, move closer in or pull a tad out.... your rage may just have created genius.....

[McKinleyA]

It had a likable grim humor, and this bit: "this beast that turned his
favorite color against him
because that's how the beast
gets its rocks off" had to have been my fave.

[Cassie Fraga]

meeeeeeh toooo.... lets scream together... ready, set, go... AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! okay... okay... I feel alil better now...
WOWZA this piece had me totally on edge. NICE VENT!!