With selfish reason
is youth seasoned-
locked within oneself
grasping the bars
of another’s philosophy-
ever in spurious flight-
amidst hazy nicotine
or smirking inebriety
or inflicting jabs-
for a lapse from conflict
in murky ennui.
Thoughts merely placed-
in parenthesis-
which is within or without
which is in light or in shadow
which is to barricade or to escape-
is a matter of mirth.
Waking to the alarum of resolution-
a clarion call or a swan song-
love or skeptic, live or die?
Sisters raped- scores shock scarred
or is it hundreds hunger hacked
or unto dust thousands torn tortured-
numbers forever seem blurred-
but the black and white is raced through
onto Garfield and invested shares
divested of doubt-
share life with lifeless
in worlds so far away-
or not so?
Monday, May 25, 2009
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