Hubbub Poetry: ELEUTHEROMANIA

Strapped to the slouch of judgmental tongues,
Nature becomes a segue back
To the chair's room,
............Around which diverse thoughts collide
In manic imperfection.

Less complex than the mind
Is that which leaves the senses
Unhindered by past pain,
Denying every man's greed
To better the image of what need be
In place of ego,
Whose fall from fashion is long overdue.
That which survives
Beyond the will of
Untruth is only habit.
We enhance goodness
On a gray cloud floating beyond understanding
But within the grasp of something else,
Or so someone seems to feel

Thinking becomes obsolete in his world.

His goal is measured in unfinished futures
Tossed away toward the beauty
Of one soul adventure.
It is his.
And everything spent
In protecting another's projected image
Is taken from the persohal foundation
Of a crumbling universe.

The choice is of extremes -
Reaching for a fabric
Which changes texture not through need
But through want.
An elusive calm,
An island of a conscious realm
That excites without symptoms,
Stalks itself without explanation,
Bending with the wind,
Groping for a greater sanity outside the home.


K. O'Neill


This poem originally appeared in The Hubbub vol. 1, October 1992