Confusion is a state of mind
a place never ever one has to find
frozen land in a stagnant time
all flakes made by ill design
Confusion never the intent
given reason we're never bent
win every battle score evermore
one big laugh evens the score
Confusion thought I'd break the mold
grab the tiger by the balls who let go
hold onto tomorrow before the windfalls
endless drone backstory never solid gold
Confusion one more wretched step in writhing pain
stewing too long in endless traffic back again lane
with wretched look "no compute" his ought naught fate
philosophy doesn't work here much, me sorry mate
Confusion blithering, blathering sort of mucked up
no sordid rattlin' we're all wiped out
like cakewalk teats up on the sidewalk
Cement says "all goin' down one more time" we're falked
Confusion reportedly transgressed the street
swirlin' trapeze artists on dope
seeming skunked by sink designers
Insych plays with the new old timers
Confusion Smokey playing Polker face
looking back in anger now it's way too late
in hindsight now 50 cent
this view bigger than life that is not
Confusion thought cats in the bag
brought many more along with our own
looking forward to lockdown or nothing
Kitty's Galore All Over Town!
Confusion where went the friggin summer
what a bummer, what a bummer
Look out for that badboy hammer
long overdue; it's time to come down
Confusion Time's Limpsy got no noodle I can tell
wet stocking feet dragging bout cold as hell
Got a Hole in one sock thought the schmuck
who's he kiddin'? is the other one for good luck?
Confusion is What knitwits do so well
did he have to always look forward to hell
Always so everyday priced what a ripped off
a pound of flesh for a sack of potatoes too tough
Confusion say Slam him back down man
dumb down the squelch riot
get up whipping poster boy
now your Squirmin' with the worms
and the rest of us
Confusion in The late night cafe
beat poet just quit the droning Rave
Endless Cripes all friggin' lost nothing to save
Ghetto Blaster The Biscuit had some fine style
Lording it over as King o' the Cookie Crap Pile
Confusion Blaring Aint that confusing enough sound
Back off man, I ain't backing down
aint I've already got enough
with one cold lonely foot
in the cold lonely grave?
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Enjoi!
Yowzah! That was a real tumble of images and words! Such energy, though! "Lording it over as King o' the Cookie Crap Pile" my favorite line.
ReplyDeleteYes, you definitely have an amazing amount of energy Chicco!!
ReplyDeleteI like the big laugh evening out the score, "wet stocking feet dragging bout cold as hell" is one of my favourite bits for the music of it, great journey.
Confusion is what nitwits do well ~~~ so true! Sade music made your confusing piece even better!!
ReplyDeleteA profusion of confusion.Many nuggets of one-liner gold in that tumbling maelstrom of words.
ReplyDeleteAnd that 3 mouthed face is giving me the heebeegeebees!
'Confusion reportedly transgressed the street
swirlin' trapeze artists on dope
seeming skunked by sink designers
Insych plays with the new old timers'
Mad, but like in a really good way!
what a ride!... and an incredibly beatnik one at that! too many cool bits to pick out, but I'm in total agreement with eejit there, a particularly nice bit of imagery :-D
ReplyDeleteYeah, a ride is right. The sound carried me, the meanings smothered me and I loved lots, but this stanza particularly;
ReplyDeleteConfusion one more wretched step in writhing pain
stewing too long in endless traffic back again lane
with wretched look "no compute" his ought naught fate
philosophy doesn't work here much, me sorry mate
I'd also love to hear it!
@Argent this really confused me; i try to be "edgy" on the bus and then I find I already am by nature, so the smoothy is just an act!
ReplyDelete@Niamh B: the image of wet feet comes up in my work a lot and i notice, lately same with E.Dickinson, so I have to wonder if there is something to sychroonisity or just everybody gets wet-footed from time to time. You know the icy cold kind where they freeze? I live in Canada so it gets cold feet a lot here!
ReplyDelete@Helen; isnt the word "knitwits" kind of odd? I think anyone who "knits" is a genius, the patterns so intricate! Nonetheless I used it for some reason during my rant! Oh that's what it is now!
ReplyDeleteDear Totalfeckineejit: Yes I have monopoly on Mad Lately! My fav mag too! TRying to branch out of my usual pay-per channel psychosis! On the buses!Is the mostest!
ReplyDelete@watercats Thanks! Trying to do the groove thing and yah, a little owing to Jack Kerouack and others Beat poets!
ReplyDelete@Titus Trying to bus the envelope rather than the bus! Thank-you for liking those stinking lil' old odd lines of my crow footed mug! I am trying to be as irreverant as I can be without doing time. I guess? I cant believe how much ppl like this! Guess the rant style goes good with bangers and mash, or Guiness!
ReplyDeleteYet again another great tumbling ball of energy that threatens to go over the top but is just held in check. Like a stream of consciousness that ends up a great waterfall of seething images.
ReplyDeleteLordy, Chiccoreal! What a poem! Your last few lines are perfect. Thanks for your part of the tour.
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