Noise in the Scene

4/25/21 - Noise in the scene

“Picture us all picturesque on a pillowed pallet,”
Words scribbled in a time of youthful belief,
Belief in beauty, truth, and love.
Where the scarcity of experience
triumphed over the cruel laws of reality.
Laws of malice, self-interest, and abuse.
A radiant phoenix burst into a blinding blaze
to rise a dull, destroyed dumkauf.
“Mais pour-qua moi?!”
Echoes
	Over
		and
			Over...
On the cutting room floor of memory
Rests endless reels of moments
that I stitch together to write stories
in my melodramatic mind.
A song with no words.
A slow, sad soundtrack,
plays in the background of my head.
No rhymes, no
	reason,
No story to be told.
Texture. Color.
		Emotion.
Familiar melodies, no
	harmonies,
Sounds that set the stage.
The grit of developed film
present in the picture
yet seldom seen.
Noise in the scene.
Buried beneath the mundane.
A drain on my energy,
Still somehow beautiful.
	I'd like to skip this musical.
“I wonder if she ever thinks about me.”
How do I escape this heavy history?
	And here I promised no rhymes!
A snap back to what's in front of
	me.
Where do I go when wandering thoughts
walk me away from reality?
When childish beliefs in
	love, beauty, and truth
blind my senses.
My muddled sense of mindfulness
fails me.
So until such time when
life peels me from its passing,
I'll picture us, all picturesque, on a pillowed pallet.