Innate Ideas
"My reminiscence.
A cyclone of high hopes and tight-throated gasps -
Reigning my parade of restraints leaving the sights overcast.
Internal turmoil that leaves your sides broke and black -
forcing a physical spasm that would make a blind hostess mad.
A sigh - forced and drab - no ones as passive as you, pal.
Hesitant movements prove the gap between action and morale.
Your masking, with your laugh, how tedious it feels
to be someone that gained himself the measliest appeal.
Two sides of the brain and both believe that its surreal -
Your own mind can't remember when the evil was revealed.
A Dr. Jekyll proctor vessel to a frolicking beast
that's tangled in his own mess worse than Socrates' beard.
I always thought that for such a lovely river, the name is mystifying:
Cape Fear.
Spring Break. A crisp lake - or was it a river that we're on?
I can't differentiate because you opened the liquor back at dawn.
Whiskey - black - we're bombed just here to sit relaxed and gawk.
Floating in an inner tube - provoking chicks in rafts in thongs
to flash their titties at us some. You'd give'em flack or yawn
if they didn't have the gall - since when was your gift of gab that strong?
Yelling at drunk dudes like you know Kung Fu - while you move like a beast.
So tossed you think you could take on Sun Tzu and the Zhou Dynasty.
The dudes might just beat you quietly if you keep moving that mouth -
and why's your chest so puffed up when you usually slouch?
Cape Fear - where your fears are caped while you're boozing about.
Where the fork in the road causes misdirection if you're tuning it out.
When the only thing to fear on those enchanted summer nights was that the magic would end and real life would come crashing in." Cape Fear, 1991.
Back at bay - a scant escape - an ass to chase on the beach.
A body so tight your lungs close..with thighs that can make the release.
So much debauchery across the scene you'd be crazy to leave
but this is your last night here so act like you beat a major disease.
You can't fake the deceit - the alcohol muddles your judgement and sense
until your dressed in lies that tomorrows sun will undress.
When you return home you'll be replaying conversations under your breath
that you wish you could relive next summer recess.
Hunched and regressed back to the characterless life that you know -
where you runners high comes from having to sigh as you go.
You live a life in the open - confined to your hopes
and going nowhere slowly within a mind you've outgrown.