08/23/2011

Americans

Veins flowing thick with lust and greed
Holding fast to a morality
That says "get what you can, when you can"
"Don't ever get less than the next man."

Incapable of contentment, "no satisfaction"
Destined to wander the earth in abandon
Meting out the days of their lives
Counting their money and hiding their sighs.

08/10/2011

I've come to the edge of the cliff again--
Been here enough times that it's familiar now.
I know this moment, I know the steep path,
The rocky path, that leads here from the sea.

Time to jump. It is time once again,
To kill what I've become.

As I fall, the world falls with me.
The faces fade away, the words become silence,
And I plunge into the abyss, into the void.
Who is to say what shall emerge?

08/06/2011

Destitution

A restless bird outside my porch, flew in panic
Back and forth, from steps to roof, from roof to plank,
All the while chirping with an anxious tone
I doubted not that somewhere a rat had found her home.

Something sly and cautious, creeping in the dark
Had crawled up to her offspring, still encased,
And broken them open, sipping it all out,
Sipping out hopes and dreams and happiness.

The poor thing must have lived a century distraught
Within a couple minutes, so adamant her chirps;
I finished sipping on my cigarette and went inside
Putting the event from my mind.

Restlessly now, it returns, like the eyes of a gator
Rising unblinking over the surface of a stagnant pool--
The thought, the mocking thought: "how trite."
Yet I would sip, and sip, and sip, feeling nothing.