by KENNETH HARPER FINTON © 2015

 

 

 

While I was busy eating
My carrot spoke to me.
It said, “You simple, idle fool,
You cannot swallow me.”

“You grubby root,” I said to it,
“That’s not for you to say.
Your purpose, so they tell me.
Is to look the other way.”

 While I was busy reading
The author chastised me.
“These thoughts that you are thinking,”
He said, “are not of me.”

 While I was busy sleeping
The world went bust on me.
While I was busy drinking,
I snubbed reality.

 While I was  busy writing
My friends all disappeared.
When I was busy dreaming
Then some would reappear,

Half dead and resurrected
For allegiance can’t be bought.
Tortured and neglected,
They swam across my thoughts.

I realized the truth therein
And closed the book of dreams.
It seems that nothing ever was
Exactly what it seemed.

 

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Postmodernism is a late-20th-century movement in the arts, architecture, and criticism that was a departure from modernism. Postmodernism includes skeptical interpretations of culture, literature, art, philosophy, history, economics, architecture, fiction, and literary criticism