A poem about Rehab

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A poem about Rehab

Postby ravenrussell » Fri Nov 25, 2016 10:07 pm

A poem about Chemical Dependency Treatment.

"When in Rome, Fall Like the Romans"

In the reckless disregard of social conventions,
a stalwart submarine captain pilots cloudy come-ons.
In the steamy afterglow of a horny half-life,
we watched our failures bail the cascading waters
from the screen door at the back of political correctness.

I filtered sperm production through a hands-on approach.
She broached the topic of insemination, I breached.
the cervical chains that muffled my malevolence.
Benevolent thieves lined the store shelves with emptiness.
They curled, curdled, and folded old habits in worm-like
design underneath their skulls, dull reflections of shoddy
and unsure introspection,
all masked and messed up,
all dolled up:

as velvet when it was velour, as diamond desperation
when it was cubic zirconium shallowness
carats of know-it-all losers, catching the light,
but only shimmering like shadows.

A case can be made for the lawyer
who argues resilience.
A loaded jury of juveniles rules him incompetent.
The jury foreman, a flippant and fragile faker.
My sponsor spills over his day like caramel
and a cherry.
Only improving his surrender, to regain his victories.

We spoon decaf coffee into sedated, mattress minds.
we bind each other in backbiting, conversational quagmires.
Bursting balloons of hope, shot down by:
quickfire tirades,
by subtle intellectual abuse,
by tearing down the bride
as she emerges to music,
by folding said melody up,
balling it into quarter notes of intention,
and littering the altar.

The rule being,
KC 1666:
"You can hate anyone you like
as long as they're not yourself. For if you
admit a need to change,
a desire to reconstruct,
it will only make them hate you more.

So hail Caesar, I am the Emperor of blissful ignorance.
The king who dies with a crown of chronic relapse,
and melts only into the history of those I've touched.

11/23/2016 6:20pm
By: Russell Jay Keenan
Peace to all.
-Raven
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Re: A poem about Rehab

Postby NaranjaRa » Sun Dec 04, 2016 10:38 pm

i've written on this subject matter before so the title caught my eye and drew me in...

this piece is so..visceral
my favorite part:

Bursting balloons of hope, shot down by:
quickfire tirades,
by subtle intellectual abuse,
by tearing down the bride
as she emerges to music,
by folding said melody up,
balling it into quarter notes of intention,
and littering the altar.
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Re: A poem about Rehab

Postby ravenrussell » Sun Dec 04, 2016 11:23 pm

NaranjaRa wrote:i've written on this subject matter before so the title caught my eye and drew me in...

this piece is so..visceral
my favorite part:

Bursting balloons of hope, shot down by:
quickfire tirades,
by subtle intellectual abuse,
by tearing down the bride
as she emerges to music,
by folding said melody up,
balling it into quarter notes of intention,
and littering the altar.


Thank you, I would love to see your piece on the topic. Deeper metaphor is slowly coming to me with age. The part you liked is an example of close to twenty years of writing poetry, coming to a fruition. Have a wonderful day all. Your admiration is not falling on deaf ears. Peace.
Peace to all.
-Raven
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