We Penguins Have Closed Supper Clubs Forever
An escapee from sanity: that's me
And one who once intended to remain
Surburban bliss, a goodnight kiss, but this
Perplexes
Vexes
In several ways that paralyse the brain
A seeker of enlightenment: that's me
Albeit one whose eyes, forever closed
In seeming sleep, hide thoughts most deep, and keep
Reversing
Rehearsing
Until the lie of reason is exposed
Envoi
Kafka had it right. Or was he wrong?
Can we flee from whence we all belong?
Or listen raptly to a madman's song?
Contributors: | N, Roland, Beefy, (trad), F. |
Poem finished: | 27th August 2004 by N. |