DRAW THE BLINDS

Few we should follow, yet many we heed.

Cassandra

sits wringing her hands.

Fancies herself plain,

but it’s our fault

she gets overlooked.

 

Repeated

I know

you told me, told me:

it was coming and it came.

 

Now it’s here:

(bitten a thousand times)

Headless men watching TV.

Soft glow of soft kills, nightly.

Poison lights have consumed us,

reduced us to weak, blue moments;

produced a static paradise amid flickers.

 

For dogs, everyday is Christmas.

All the furniture gets chewed.

What of the world beyond the wire?

 

I don’t look to the skies

for clouds with furrowed brows,

a loner smoke-scrying.

I look to the shores

for driftwood shifting,

or manic suns smiling.

 

But before we draw the blinds,

 

I beg of you one thing:

please don’t fall over yourself

in self-congratulation.

Reviews

[hardik]

You just made my day. So wonderfully written. Its amazing. Hats off to you