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Sporadically Vertical

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By Paul StewartPublished 9 months ago • Updated 9 months ago • 2 min read
Sporadically Vertical
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Flesh skin bare

Visible tear

Fracture hair

Line call stage

—

Left in the dark

Shadows dance

Around me

Remind me

Surround me

—

Network with

my bad intent

My misanthropia

Humaphobia

—

—

When you skip

Showering

Dressing

—

You become

The bum

Overlooked

Forgotten

—

Where you

Desire

Others to

Direct their

Attentions

—

—

Can't stand

To sit and watch

—

Rerun and repeat

Return and poor

Reboot rehash

Cash grab

—

But ironic

For no cash in

—

My hand on heart

Checking the beats

Feats of small glory

—

Against this mortal

Coil twines round

my throat invisible

—

—

But why give benefit

To the clawing chokehold

—

When there's always time

While we're vertical

While I am vertical

Even partially

Even sporadically

—

Vertical optics

Sound

—

We all want to be

Iggy Pop, David Bowie

Solid State Snake

—

RDJ turn our hell

Our self inflicted

Self induced terror

Into something

Different

—

Not despair

—

—

…

45 years ago

I don't recall

The burst forth

From mother's loins

Into the world

—

I remember

Maybe 4 or 5

And onwards

with blanks

Along the way

—

Until early youth

Memories of good

Memories of bad

—

Mind progressing

In time gathering

Dust and grime

—

Ingrained disregard

Learned self loathing

Perpetuated by stagnancy

And humaphobia

—

—

Distrophia my?

Err ro human

Err to win

To stain

The game

—

Shame thyself

With guilt trip

—

Walk walk

Through the accumulation

that is

The refuse

—

The refuse

—

Frame it

Canvasise it

Immortalise it

Reframe it

—

As the purge

Antiseptic

my nightmare

—

—

Tempt I

—

No Othello

Iago

Dorian

—

The picture

Not the man

—

Can't Hyde

My Jekyll lie

—

—

In the corner of my eye

I feel

The grit

The grain

The drive to

Unsane

—

—

Until I pop those

Pills

—

Lift my lofty Excalibur

And force it through

Bacterial parasitic

Growths that

Force lesions through

—

All that holds me back

—

Until I can't

Fight it

—

The cyclical cynical

Clinical critic

—

This my diuretic

—

—

…

—

—

From nought

To 45

—

and what

Ever comes

Next

—

If ever it comes

—

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Paul Stewart

Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.

The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection out now!

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