A wise child on the radio
Transcripts ruptured in a short tome
Of a story for the ages
But the pen lost its ink too soon
Holden reading from bathroom walls
Like Penrod's of this angst age do
It's the last game of confusion
Where guilt aimlessly seeks a truth
Keeping pace with all asunder
Like high diver perfecting craft
Breakneck speed into the water
An empty glass a breath now past
As the glass speaks of perfection
This modern world tears at his soul
Vague are ethics he must shoulder
This perfect line the phony hold
The flesh and mind blend this crisis
As the time to laugh slips away
He is one but like another
Who says her prayers everyday


Comments: 22
The Amish theory could be valid though as I believe you are capable of breaking an unknown rule. Perhaps they read of your earlier adventures with the schedule keeping lady. What ever became of her anyway?
What *I* hear is a youth who has quit life at a young age because he couldn't keep up, measure up, or understand what was expected of him. He couldn't measure up even though he is no different than another child who appears to be what she ought to be.
I think my favorite line is, "It's the last game of confusion / Where guilt aimlessly seeks a truth."
I took a lot of poetry classes in H.S. and college, and find the ultra-educated literary crowd to be very arrogant and exclusive. I don't know if that is the case with the poetry groups on Gather, I would hope they would be populated with just regular people. There are a LOT of people just below those Exalted Ones who enjoy Real poetry (such as myself).
Have you ever read poetry by C.S. Lewis (not his epic poems)?
- Jeanjaz
Kids strugle a lot to fit in with peer groups, doing things which in their heart of hearts they may not like. You say it like it is, William.