i have a need to
disengage
to turn off
to go blank
(for a while)
too much reality
is a bad thing
& trust me,
there is too
much reality right
now
i read an article
in a magazine
recently about group
suicide in japan &
how-- in some weird
logic-- suicide is almost
noble
made me want to cry as
i whistled "suicide is
painless..."
the country stopped
for three whole
days & became blank faced
when some madman shot
two dozen plus seven on
a college campus in old
dominion
that kept our
attention for three days
(& that was good for us)
until some overweight
washed-up actor screamed
invective at his daughter
over a cell phone
honestly, i think we
were more shocked by that
troops are dying in places
i can't spell for
causes i don't quite understand
& others are killing
in the name of gods
that i have never heard of
& couldn't pronounce if i tried
(not that i want to, mind you)
the hand carts are cheap
this season, its
the hell that is costly
(hey brother, can you spare a
10 spot, i need a gallon of gas)
my credit is
almost maxed
yet, i need more
more more
more
i'd like the gold plated
cart with platinum deucie-deuce
rims
can i get that
with a seven year
(itch) loan
it'll stop
eventually--
some day
& the piper will come
with hand out
collecting on our
past dues
DWC 2007
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3 comments:
The day I heard "Suicide is Painless" without the MASH credits rolling behind was quite an eye-opener for me.
In many ways.
Way to intermingle pop culture with personal introspection, by the way. Was particularly drawn to this stanza, which sums it up for me:
the hand carts are cheap
this season, its
the hell that is costly
that's how i do it, 3rd werst. thanks for the kudos, though.
I think you've read my mind. Thanks for putting it to words. (I'm not so great with that part)
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