Midnight Rambling

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Midnight Rambling

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Midnight Rambling

Poem by: Chris Gerard

Genre: Fantasy

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Poem by: Chris Gerard

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Genre: Fantasy

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You know when you wake in the middle of the night and have something complete in your head, and you either get up later in the morning and can't remember a thing, or you wrote it down and now find it is an embarrassing heap of dung? This one I couldn't figure out at all, so I saved it exactly as I found it the the next day.

Summary

You know when you wake in the middle of the night and have something complete in your head, and you either get up later in the morning and can't remember a thing, or you wrote it down and now find it is an embarrassing heap of dung? This one I couldn't figure out at all, so I saved it exactly as I found it the the next day.

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Submitted: February 22, 2012

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Submitted: February 22, 2012

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A movie ran inside my head, complete in every scene

An apocalyptic vision, a technicolor dream

It’s fading fast now I’m awake, I try and keep a hold

of all the things I’ve seen and heard, and all that I’ve been told

 

A desperate cartoon human chasing copies of himself

down cobbled streets of cardboard to the continental shelf

 

My dad was dead, but still alive, attending his own wake

My mother and my family were begging me to take

a leading role, to save my soul, with incantations loud

I drew the blood from a living son, concealed within a shroud

 

I became an ancient prophet who had seen the unseen sea

been taken to the darkness from which no one is set free

Yet once allowed to leave behind the wintry shores of hell

I felt compelled to all the other sinners go and tell

 

But still the carbon cartoon chasing copies of himself

could not catch up or glance aside or raise a cry for help

And in a New York dreamscape sounds of music touched my ears

- don’t know why, but Ol’ Man River had me fighting back the tears

 

I fell from the top of the Empire State, but somehow I survived

Sinatra and Dylan were singing, I felt glad to be alive

And as I tried to fight the urge to wake to all my cares

my heart was filled with certainty, I knew we would be spared

 

Yet questions rose and asked themselves: How can life carry on

without the will to feed and clothe and care for everyone?

I woke in tears, aware of all the loves that could not be

Forgiving of the father, hoping he can forgive me.


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