NET OF DELUSION
Candice James
Copyright 2009
I gave my head a shake,
Cleared out the cobwebs,
And looked back in angst and dismay
On the chaotic landscape of my life,
Filled with emotion. Filled with strife.
Harmony, the ever elusive butterfly
I tried so desperately to catch
With my torn and ripped net of delusion.
Reality, always a caterpillar in the fog
Never quite able to cocoon on its own.
So many legs yet such a slow walker.
So many stories and such a low talker.
The net of delusion is powerful indeed
And sweet sweet poison to the soul.
Ah well, the language of Tutankhamen
Is not wasted only on the lost souls of drink.
It’s lost on the druggies and addicts
Who try to construct pyramids out of
Grainy gauze and broken toothpicks.
Such an impossible task and yet these
Inane, insane inebriates still flounder
Through life’s dance with all the wrong steps.
Some eyes have a blank, hollow stare.
Some eyes pierce with danger reined in.
Some eyes dull with diminishing hope
But once in awhile you gaze into eyes
That permeate the darkness and lay open
Secrets disguised and hidden too long.
These are the eyes that guide angels
Toward us in our greatest moments of need.
These are the eyes I search for
In dark cathedrals and ebony alleys.
Day after day. Night after night.
The net of delusion is powerful indeed
And sweet sweet poison to the soul.