the Great Installation poem


May 17 by The Running Son

Layered Landscape by Nobuhiro Nakanishi

Layered Landscape by Nobuhiro Nakanishi

the Great Installation poem

What if this is all an installation?
Just a poetry revelation
of an artist’s interpretation
of his life within the matrix,

writing dreams within a post-manic
savior-save-me complex, all post codex.
I’ll post poems next. Please
don’t go away, or leave me guessing

in this place within a place
inside my heart, defaced in places
that scars had mended after ages
(except now, faces never really see faces).

Am I really here?
Or have my posterity
finally descended upon me?
Please, let me be

the man I really want
to see. Then again
there’s always time, and other days
to find the real me,

in some other time we lived in,
or the times I’ve seen you—
your child deep inside—
It’s very being.

We can see for miles with child’s smiles,
you and I. We’ll offer distant kisses,
miss the light, hit the wall…
Dreams will begin

when little ones go lite, and begin to lightly install.


by Jim Aldrich



18 thoughts on “the Great Installation poem

  1. The pic is epic and fits SO perfectly! 😀

    Poem is epic too, head reeling from word weaving that you do….

  2. This is such an incredibly, well-written, thought-provoking piece. I read it for the 2nd time and will probably read it again and again after that. What if’s like that are so cool and can be really intense. I always “what if my life is a dream sequence and I am still in college”. I probably wish that more than anything then I could do sooooo many things different but who doesn’t want that. Unfortunately I cant undo whats done…. but for fun you can go so deep with this stuff. Anyway I love this (and the photo)…. 😉
    Ta ta for now


    Did you ever read “S”?

    • breaking blocks

      Dear Thoughts,
      you do not understand
      the university-defying force
      behind common trying.

      Courses belie–
      fine eyes and smart minds
      writing by degrees, make exits
      straight through blocked dreams.

      4Utiwi.! I can feel it… that passion and those memories, they are not for nothing.
      Im following you… I thought I was. Your posts are coming in my email now. I wont miss them.

      ♫ Jim

  3. Friend, this is so soulful, it’s beautiful.

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