Postmodern Fad

-Postmodern Fad-
by
Keaton Foster



These words
Seemingly quite sad
Are my very own
Postmodern fad
My method of getting others
To believe in something
Greater than ever before
Greater than ever thought
A once divided coexistence
Brought back together
Into one unified conclusion
A paradoxical illusion
Look over here as I go there
Into the depths of certain bliss
Quite simply put, I live to write
There is and could never be
Anything else
The fold of each line
The break of each syllable
Jammed back into proper place
Sensible ideologies shaped
Molded, crafted, refracted
Made into something
That we can all relate
I know what you are saying
This is all absolutely absurd
No one cares
No one hears
How could they ever
Upon the ear of dullness
And tranquil conformity
Such words have since fallen
Like bricks of increasing weight
Many below have learned
To just step out of the way
Others, not as informed
Have been hit in the head
Such grievous injuries
I have been tasked to inflict
My falling words
Turned battering rams
Jarring loose many new ideas
Lines of conceptual logic are
Bred from my very rhymes
Leading others to construct
Their own versions of the absurd
Easily changing the world
One immovable fool at a time
So simple, so non-complex
Not one for taking credit
I remain completely silent
Mute, I dare not add fuel
To the very inferno I started
Control, is my hidden response
I keep adding more and more
To my escalating reputare
Sometimes I feel sorry for them
But I feel much more
Sorry for myself
Therefore, I persist
I continue as is
I won't stop
How could I ever
I know in my heart
That sooner or later
Such a fad will come back
Into commonality
People will begin to look
At poets as important people
With something paramount to say
And not as train wrecks
In the making
With nothing significant to say
Traditional ideas go out the window
Non-traditional ways rule supreme
Deviation from the pre-established
Superstructural modes is king
Absolute truth gives way
To defining our here and now
The power of so many words
However, absurd cannot be mitigated
To lessen the impact of each line
Goes against the process of the mind
And the relationship between those who write
And those who read with a mind wide open
We are all bound by what motivates us
For me, the poet, the writer
Stuck in his postmodern fad
It is and will always be about change
For them, the readers of my words
It is about finding a connection
However so small
However so insignificant
A connection is all that is needed
What is desired most of all
It could all be as simple as
A line of unspoken dialoged between
A man, playing poet with much to say
And a group of people who need to be
Shown that it's ok to think beyond
What is considered present time and space…


Postmodern Fad
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.