Totally (Not) Fine

the monotonous hum of mechanical fan

cold air pricks bare skin

illuminated by the grace of sunlight

spiderling revealing, disease prohibiting

sunlight

there’s a cobweb to my right

an old friend drops in to say hello

only seven legs, unfortunately , and I wonder

how he chooses to press on

marvelous

I take to the written word like the poets before

leaving the outside noise where it belongs

on the backs of looters and murderous clowns

the pocket squares of the billionaire buffoons

fail to dissolve my skeptic

where there is imagination, there is life

underneath the stones are millions of homes

kicked and hurled for pleasure and pain

is it ever considered that they might be living

and your gain is their demise

now more than ever I see that people

do not see or hear the pleas of those below

or the duty demanded by the ones on high

it is simply us, now and forever

the greatest and most deathly lie

I'm interested in hearing what you have to say

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s