11/20/2017 Poetry by Danny DalferroIt seemed like a bad dream Some nightmare I couldn’t wake up from I didn’t want it to be real A neuron in my brain Cold, empty, and dark Played on a loop, backwards and forwards Ad infinitum Started off softly, like a whisper in the trees And grew, Louder, into a roar of cacophony Like a gunshot going off A deaf man suddenly gaining all the noise Enough to make you tie rope around your neck And swing from a branch, Suddenly feeling all the serenity You have no idea You really don’t You’re so comfortable, so ignorant So blissful Take a drink You’ll feel better, I promise Take another one You’ll love it Keep drinking until you can’t stop Then stop And use your fucked up enunciation To discuss your problems Look at yourself in the mirror every day And hate what you see Let time pass And do things you’ve never done before You’ll feel better, I promise Pray You’ll love it Keep helping others Until you forget to help yourself And use your screwed articulation To speak of your experience, strength, and hope Look at yourself in the mirror every morning And start to like what you see Fall, stumble, fail, make mistakes But always remember to get back up Always remember to dust yourself off And always remember, “This too shall pass… like a kidney stone” *** It’s something long forgotten You need to be careful A gutter boy, dirty and worn; A streetwalker, hands bound with electrical tape; A junkie, arms streaked with animal tracks; The unholy trinity Crosses the faded line, Each in need of a personal messiah; Someone to pray to, Someone to give the day to The only light in the alley is a burning monk, Giving hope through sacrifice; The only recourse On the outer walls surrounding the concrete brick hallway Slashes of blood, torn tapestries, marred paintings confound all It’s something long forgotten You need to have courage The ebb and flow of life is rampant here The stench of death is abundant The evil of betrayal Of seduction Of greed Of gluttony Of avarice Yes, all these are here, too Waiting to be picked up Like a parasite upon a leaf next to a hiking trail It’s something long forgotten You need to be strong What is life without pain? What is life without humiliation? What is life without trial? With ignorance? With innocence? Yes, the transcendence of pain is happiness For what can one learn from shitting rainbows and pissing unicorns? Pain must be present to have any real serenity *** the boy sits in the cell wondering how he descended into hell a flicker of the lighter and a puff of smoke is all he could muster as he spoke the darkness creeps in the air becomes a howling wind the boy prays for slumber knowing full well it won't come delves deep into his mind terrified of what he finds the door screen ripped, the deadbolt gone 7 shells lay in perfect harmony the walls painted red and pink in the sun he'd only gone over to get his fix the bodies numbered six the boy sits in the cell wondering how he descended into hell *** Someone said, “You need a hobby.” Someone said, “Idle hands do the devil’s work.” Well, what to do? Oh, what to do? Can you repeat the question? Oh, you didn’t ask one? Huh… My mind is empty My heart is heavy My soul is burned up No ideas, no lights go off I’m stuck in this perpetual shadow zone This ghost town, this kill zone Nodding off on some god-serum My arms black as the sun My skin white as mountaintops My spirit gone Ready for the long slumber of eternity Well, what to do? Oh, what to do? My mind has run off Have you seen it? There’s a reward for it, I swear Awakened not by light nor warmth nor love By Desperation and Despair Struck down by the hand of “God” It pains me so Feeling worthwhile, finally Thinking reversed, putting me first Ideas flood Overcome me Stop my trembling hands from putting foot in mouth Halt the crystal container of brown liquid From ever reaching my liver A slight, a voice soft as a whisper Then grows, like a withered sapling into a mighty oak Shakes the very foundation of me “What about poetry, story-creating, lyrics, and the like?” Shit. *** The light dims and quakes Skewed visions run free Like screwed telemetry Like a bad acid trip Like a mental time rip The pain strikes hard My head is jarred It withers and fades Like fleeting love In the mists of shade The world above Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Snow in white lines Flow as dark rhymes Where is my mind? Where is my mind? I’m stuck forever in this dream, this acid trip Searching for salvation, but it has me in its grip Where is my mind? Where is my mind? ![]() Bio: Danny Dalferro is a writer from Rockville Centre, New York. For a living, he works as a custodian. He lives in Oceanside, New York with his cat, Mal. Comments are closed.
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