I awoke to the sound of tiny pictures sliding
And falling along the wide silver side
Of the fridge as it stood there quietly
Without a word …
Am I losing my mind?
Or has it already gone
Like the pictures as they fell into that wall,
How did they do that?
Yesterday they were all here
In no particular order or fashion,
Frozen faces captured in time, eyes without a hint
Of any escape planned or otherwise …

Beat down the masses with candy cane logic
Syrupy sweet to the lips
Take out your spoons and swallow
It’s good for you, your children, too
And the world continues to rumble
We don’t hear it, why?
Cause we’re way past adrenalin
Way past the rush
Slobber, why don’t you, at this …

It was all in my head
And gave some semblance of hope
To my lonely and desperate heart
Beating sometimes on the second or third try,
Visions of love and romance
Plans for the future, such an intoxicating dance,
But the truth is, I’m alone
With nothing more than memories that cling
To something I think I once knew way back when
In the fray,
Now it is sunset
And I am crestfallen
I have no one to chain but myself
To this old rocking chair
On this bridge far above
This self imposed reason for living

Raging at nothing is madness
Or close anyway …

04/23/2007

Posted on 04/23/2007
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