Hallucinating Torpidity
Nocturnal wandering
into the obscurity
beneath the angular branches
of stilted, halting thought
fragmented images
that shift and morph
convoluting to visions
of people and places
I do not know
or wish to encounter
in the lucid world
of day-lit awakening
Falsely secure
in the knowledge
that we shall not meet
under the golden sun
because they are aware
of their vulgar utterings
their grotesque features
their demeritorious behavior
and so they remain hidden
until I close my eyes
and tumble back into
hallucinating torpidity
fighting valiantly
to remain conscious
to keep them
where they belong.
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The language and word choice … I am read the poem a third time just to let my tongue run rambling over the words … and: hallucinating torpidity. That, too.
Kevin
Thank you. I do love word play. 😊
Yes, I like the fascination and usage of language here. I believe I have spent many evenings and some days in hallucinating torpidity! I’ve enjoyed reading your work this month! Thanks!
Ditto what Sylvia said. Torpidity might be the ends, but it’s not the means