My piano recordings and poetry are consistently my most unpopular blog posts.
Hell if I know.
I post my piano recordings mostly to show off and also to assure you that I'm not just a country hick, but a country hick with class.
As for poetry.....
....well, very few normal people like poetry. I've never been normal and I'm proud of it.
I know a few other bloggers who have poetic souls - like Dylan and Geo and some others.
Writing poetry is a way of purging my troubled soul. I prefer to write in free verse because it's non-restricting.
The poetry that I write for children, however, always rhymes. I have a new children's book that will appear soon. Or reasonably soon.
But, Jon - we thought you hated children!
Let's put it this way:
I like children the best when they're fifty miles away. At the very least.
But I admittedly love writing poetry books for children. It resurrects my own childhood and nourishes my "fun" side.
You didn't know I had a fun side, did you?
So, what's the purpose of this blog post?
I want to inflict you with my latest poem. It was written last night during a post-midnight bout of intense anxiety-ridden insomnia.
I wrote it quickly, with no edits - which will be obvious in the final result.
End of the Tunnel
Towards the end
the tunnel continually narrows
to the near point of suffication,
as if to undeniably confirm
the stark realization
that there are no second chances -
no turning back.
The elusive light of salvation
that you had imagined
waiting in the yawning distance
is merely the rude distortion
of a carnival mirror
which shimmers tauntingly
in the uncertain dusk,
reflecting with brutal accuracy
all the past hideous things
you never wanted to acknowledge
Beyond the mirror
is a great abstract void
that has been expecting you
and which methodically confirms
the absence of your existence.
If you steal this, reuse it, or rehash it in any form I will personally find you, inflict my detrimental Hungarian wrath on you, and waterboard the shit out of you.