Running On Empty

O, these objects of our desires

like shiny trophies proudly displayed

on the mantles of empty souls

 

O, as if any of this s**t we cling to

in all of its myriad of constructs

could bare the semblance of life

 

O, what pathetic a creature

measuring its worth and that of others

by the sum total of junk it has amassed

 

 

Reviews

[k.d. taylor]

Do I hear a little of Whitman's influence here? Maybe not. This is a lovely piece, very American sounding in style and flow, I dig it.