GIMME 5 BUCKS

Friends
Curse them.... [Says it all]
Disgrace to the Human race
To call Man
A social animal,
No more ‘til dark...

You can see the condition baby
If you can...

Hey !
Gimme 5 bucks ‘til Wednesday -
No more to say.

Disgrace,
And some kind of collective awareness -
Knowledge is envisioned anyway.

Are you dead ?
Contact yourself baby.

You could escape -
(Death and martyrs heed),
If we try, we lose
We can’t
We’re like insects...

The poet imagines alive
Recluses a bit by all,
Dead misgivings
Inactiveness and values -
Seek faith, hope and clarity
And above all
Stray kindness.

Traditional values integrate
Some wars bring sad news -
It’s like a sportscaster doing an encore,
“A stray plane down with a smash,
“Tide wash the tears
“And dead men fears.”

Lost in thought -
The poet mad, pauses in thought.

Great Meglo Master !
Out Damn Spot !
To the trees are you -
Go out and patronize,
The trees.

I know,
Friends -
Curse them -
Say no more,
Until dark.

You can see the condition baby
If you can -
C’mon,
Give me 5 bucks
‘til Wednesday.

01/27/2005

Author's Note: Peace

Posted on 01/27/2005
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