I always liked that movie, “The Matrix”. It was so different and really cool looking. I used to have a thing for Keanu Reeves. I know he’s a mimbo (male bimbo) but he’s so beautiful and he looks really good in all black. In the movie, there is a pivotal scene where one of the renegades, Cypher, sells out and wants to go back to the fantasy world of being a battery. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, see this movie. It is really good. The reality of their existence is too dismal too difficult. Cypher would rather enjoy the fantasy world of the matrix then wallow in the misery of real life.
http://youtu.be/Z7BuQFUhsRM This is a link to a video clip from the movie of Cypher explaining to Agent Smith that “ignorance is bliss”. It’s such a good scene. Check it out!
I’m kind of fascinated with this idea of numbing oneself to life. This poem, subdued, was inspired by that idea and stories of desperate housewives needing mother’s little helper and focusing on the external rather than facing the starkness of anguish. It’s one of those themes that weaves into my brain on a continual basis. Why? I have no freakin’ clue. I wish I knew…
Anesthesia, engulfed in red flames that shower down upon my brain
The melancholy yolk of a deserted egg
Lifeless limbs that bend to everyone’s will
Dessert instead of dinner
Lettuce bed belonging to the winner
Of the single dietary race
Where the outcome is skeletal spokes
Poking from flesh
Flashing of photos passed my eyes
Searing into the recesses of my mind
I’ll never forget those eyes as I numb on that last Percocet
I’d like something more since upon awake
Times. The anguish is too much to take.
It comes in tidal waves without a trough in sight
Just a pounding of my carcass against the craggy shore.
Utterly lost in despair flapping round screaming in desperate cries
to free myself from the reality and close my eyes
toward the deepening fantasy that I have it all under control.