Another Fine Fuck Up

reeferchief

no one nowhere not me no nothing at all
destined to fall and feel the concrete as I connect
back with reality, now I'm all in check
a jibbering mess of a man I thought I once knew
relenquished, of all hope, of all future embrace
looking worse for wear, feeling my life start to tear
at the seams, all of my dreams are shattered
and life seems so unfair to me, why do I have to bare
the brunt of my good intentions fall, faulter, splinter
all my apprehensions met with a residing failure
and now I'm stuck in all of this shit, wallowing in
no I cant quit, even now all my walls closed in
this once large house now a small cell encasing me
hard to breath, future diminished, none to see
I'm at the bottom, sinking below, deeper still
the quagmire stinks of rotten expulsed waste
and I'm just sinking, stinking and seeped in it
nothing left to fear nothing could get worse
than this sphere, death would be met welcomed
with arms open wide an escape from the chaos.

IndianSummer

damn creative and artistic name for a poem !!

pickupyourwill

another fine fuck-up. reminds me of the band's name A Fine Frenzy, which the singer explains came from a Shakespearian term (in Midsummer Night's Dream--I think) about the creative process of writing being like "a fine frenzy" because it seems like such a mad rush of energy and ideas, but something really good comes out of it---like a method to the madness type of thing. Anyway, no I'm not high. And no, I don't really have a point. Except that maybe, on the bright side of this "fine fuck-up", lies something good.

reeferchief

It was kind of a play on the Oliver Hardy phrase "well heres another fine mess you've gotten me into" often said to Stan Laurel in their short and feature films.