poetry critical

online poetry workshop



Synthetic
Plato

I am a Replica,
 1
traversing through the busy
 2
Metro system at 5 p.m.
 3
        The time of day Pound’s imagery
 4
        comes to the forethought. I walk down,
 5
the marble encrusted steps, into a cart
 6
that will transport me elsewhere.
 7
 
 
I’m not myself today, I’m never myself.
 8
I don’t know what it means to be myself;
 9
I’ve forgotten how to be anything but a Copy
 10
of society’s Reproductions.
 11
 
 
Aldous Huxley wrote about the man
 12
I wanted to strive to emulate.
 13
But that was abstract, on some distant reservation,
 14
in a place that permits nothing other then Duplicates.
 15
 
 
Sometimes I hark back, and speculate what Whitman
 16
would say about this travesty. I’m sure I’ve disappointed
 17
the rebellious Blake, but did he ever have:
 18
 
 
Despair—a plague that seeps through my pores,
 19
burrowing its way deep into my Platonic blueprint.
 20
     This creature fornicates with my innards, until I’m nothing more then a Facsimile of itself.
 21
 
 
In the solar eruptions of my thoughts
 22
there are days I fly back and regain a sapling seed
 23
to grow out of the abyss that Plath feigned fear of—oh that adorable oven.
 24
Then I dredge up the putrid truth,
 25
 
 
          that I’m nothing but an Imitation.
 26

13 Jul 07


(define the words in this poem)
(1 more poem by this author)



Add A Comment:
Enter the following text to post as unknown: captcha

Comments:

Newest (expand)
Recently Commented (expand)
Recent Best (expand)
0.413s