Category Archives: Dear Arikia

The horror of reality

To Arikia-

Haven’t written a poem in days

months years

In fact never wrote a poem

A poem by its nature is perfect

If perfection is not arrived at,

A poem it wasn’t

Process pulls you in a plethora of

possible ways

Bully ways, bullish ends

Ways and means committees

The song starts like that and not like

that

Too much coffee consumed,

Yesterday pizza pounding the temples

Of his body,

His recrimination

Against himself

Against interpretation

Who knows how harmonious

This can all get

Can it get wet

Can it stay dry

Is there a choice in the matter

I see there is a lot on your mind,

But is there anything in it?

I can’t imagine.

The horror of reality is

everpresent for those

who have eyes to see with.

-Umbrellicus Ginjericho Bizerko