National Poetry Month: Fairytale of Reality
Last week we introduced you to the Buffalo Poets, our special guests for Poetry Month. Today we will present more of their art. Be sure to read last weeks posts also! (Fevers of Artistic Dreams, “Epistemic Purchase” and “The Being.”, Poetical Understanding of Reality and The Buffalo Reading).
Listen to the poem being read by Noah and shakuhachi played by David Acevedo here.
By Noah Levin
Pages told as childhood goes,
imagination was adrift. Forever
tomorrow like eternal timeline
drawn in sand, dare to cross attitude
the only challenge to face. Fairytale reality was truth in future, possibilities
roamed free as mind but the clock
ticked and secretly stole from flesh.
Clock bleeds with each stroke as
crush of hand became harder to
bare. Chapter piled upon chapter,
but wished dream could still be
reality as mind still sailed on open
Tick-tock goes mind.
Tick goes wasted effort,
Tock goes more to dream.
But the hand on the clock welcomed
in new reality, stronger reality as
bled dreams fell from clock – pages
ripped asunder floating in sea of lost
dreams, slowly dripping, dripping.
The wheel of reality crushed mind,
gears grind, clock ticks, system in
place, the book was a lie. Reality
was set in stone and ambition adrift.
The clock bleeds until sea of dreams
claims souls and ship of hope is
fool’s way out.
Book under arm; book held high,
staring at clock I see it was created
by a thousand minds – shriveled
thoughts imagined into reality.
Ticking together, nightmares born to
regulate and steal souls to keep mass
weathered flesh together.
Arms wirr, pace set in stone,
movement still forward, eyesight
stolen; grey is the only normality.
Wither in flesh, wither in mind.
Clockwork patter, it was all still
written, soul sucked into time-
construct to strengthen the dreary
Tick pace, time lags behind in
march – down road conquering high.
A shout is heard: All hands to the
ship! Control the wheel, set course,
set sail, set mind, set depth, set heels
Mutiny your own destiny:
Sail on through the clock!
Shatter the arms in mirad parts until
shattered gears stand at odds to parts
lay in waste and tick tock will not
wince. Chapters still pile high
weighing down as sharpened mind
creates new weave. Supposed ship
adrift is now at helm and book
under arm remains guide to dreams.
Sail on now, with clock in proper
place as northern star in sky above
and withered mind no longer toll to
pay. Sail on! Sail ON!
Born out of the seedy underbelly of the poetry scene at the turn of the millennium – The Buffalo Poets, known for their unique energy and wit, began hosting open readings as a direct reaction to Slam Poetics and cookie cutter style poets found in New York City.Hailing originally from New York City, the Buffalo are composed of four core members: Roger Kenny aka King Otho, Aaron Arnout, Noah Levin and David Acevedo. The Buffalo have many artists throughout America including, James Honzik, Michael Franklin, Kevin Callahan and the infamous activist Rafael Bueno.