Mein Kampf

Cute Love

Tentatively publishing this. It’s bloody late at night and my brain’s all sloshy. Will work on it a bit more if i’ve the time and can be bothered to. It isn’t a nazi poem, please. It’s about growing up, having your dreams never materialising, and then having to struggle some more. I really didn’t know how to write the second half of the poem but hope this works. Wanted a systemmatic failure of somewhat specific aspirations in the poem, but i really am just too tired at the moment and hence the latter half is just a half-assed booger of pretentious writing. Really wish the i could communicate the intended feelings of disbelief and couple it with the striping away of each dream/ideal. I have this weird picture in my head – it’s like a child who daydreams and builds himself something like an ironman-suit, in a completely white Matrix-like environment. Each component a wish, a longing. But then as he tests it, bits and pieces just comically fall off with each step he takes. And he’s left tear-ing in that scattered mess of robot parts and bolts and metal plates and whatnot. This child is all we’ve got inside us. What he chooses to do now, after the crying, determines how we end up in life.

Hokay, i’ve no idea what i’m writing. And i need to sleep. So bloody tired.

Mein Kampf

All heil der fuh-ture.

Where dreams were big and schön,

Set in neoclassical baseline.

Where liebe meant strong, silvery passion;

Ein romance of a Thousand Years.

With your bunhdeswher of goals, hopes and ideals

Protecting, yet ready to mount the world, the errant pferd.

Himmel then, a place on Erde.

But won’t you stop, listen!

The song of the Teuton, in her fullness,

Heard as a Junge, turned into a Mann.

Formed of a dream, woken by a madness.

See the letters come, eins, zwei, eins, zwei!

Hear the Schrei! Those you have to feed.

Liebestraum, lebenstraum, winter failure.

Mama never said anything about this.

Who knew, trudging, grudging, growing up;

Linksrechts, linksrecht,

Booking in to mein kampf?

(all heil der fuh-ture!)

Tags: Poems & Poetry