Failings fly like arrows, and I'm a crackshot archer.
Missteps careening through the narrow spaces,
each train wreck departure
splits its target down the middle.
Peachy. Sane? Check the part you're
playing, like a beat-up, pitchy fiddle.
Rather than whittle away at the riddles
and proofs provided by all life's
diddling spoofs, I prefer
to crack them open
with a haphazard warning shot —
whether it flies pitifully wide
or lands shockingly bull's-eyed
is hardly any concern of mine.
It was about sending a message,
see?
It was about disrupting the reverie
with an inkling of jovial devilry.
"Why so serious," someone said,
and that delirious, painted talking head
may have actually had a point.
Factually, glad anointed ones
sit upon cushioned chairs,
firing ill-conceived and tasteless jokes
at the expense of your despair.
Somewhere in the stinking sea of our era
lies a vibrant, voluminous, untouched reef where a
happy moment might be felt.
A mighty shelter
built from innumerable clueless fragments,
once led astray by fruitless pageants,
who found their meandering way
to one another.
A jazzy dissonance colors the harmony
of that unthinkable collision —
an acquired taste and sight.
Your discombobulated vision
of its future may blur at first glance,
you may recoil,
but give us a chance
to parse out the turmoil,
to adjust the antenna.
With the touch of an expert technician, can a
truly beautiful, life-changing picture rise to the surface
of your inner flat-screen TV?
Something in the depths of the fuzzy signal
says you'll have to wait and see.
About the Creator
Jacob Sherman
The desire to read, and perhaps to write, should be cultivated and nurtured with care throughout every stage of life. For my part I will inject what strangeness and truth that I can into our written history. Expect no constants but honesty.
Comments (1)
That was amazing and this bit - "A jazzy dissonance colors the harmony" The way you weave your words is mesmerising. They are so easy to get lost in and with!