Jun 2014
I take a
Gulp,
To wash the day
Down,
So very far down
And away from the
Hollow faces
And even paler
Words
That permeate the
Malls, halls
And roads that lead to a
Silent kind of slavery.
I take a
Gulp
To sink even further unto
Revolution, evolution
And nausea
As I witness
The knife
And once more into the
Back,
Our collective back,
Unnoticed, uncaring
And almost wished for.
I take a gulp, I take a gulp, I finish it off.
I grab another, I finish it off,
And another and another and another
So that I may succumb to a
Different kind of sickness.
It’s in this “state,”
No pun intended,
That I can finally see –
America’s
An illusion
And my noose is slightly
Looser
Than yours.
Gulp,
To wash the day
Down,
So very far down
And away from the
Hollow faces
And even paler
Words
That permeate the
Malls, halls
And roads that lead to a
Silent kind of slavery.
I take a
Gulp
To sink even further unto
Revolution, evolution
And nausea
As I witness
The knife
And once more into the
Back,
Our collective back,
Unnoticed, uncaring
And almost wished for.
I take a gulp, I take a gulp, I finish it off.
I grab another, I finish it off,
And another and another and another
So that I may succumb to a
Different kind of sickness.
It’s in this “state,”
No pun intended,
That I can finally see –
America’s
An illusion
And my noose is slightly
Looser
Than yours.
Published in, "Down in the Dirt." Please remember, poetry is often a soapbox for the disenfranchised and discarded - and these days, unless your incredibly rich, you should feel at least slightly, "discarded."
