tired

we sleep, sleep, sleep

 

in pixilated dream worlds,

flat naked fantasies

writhen with lust,

Jesus-peppered opiate drifts,

scientific speculations,

chromed waves of red paint

rolling asphalt rivers to nowhere,

hungry thighs of starving souls,

funhouse mirrored hallways,

stingy courtroom word fights

where validity outweighs truth,

manic shopping fiestas,

neutral zombie cakewalks,

and depressive wartime fogs

that hang like frozen meat

in a frozen world,

we sleep;

 

our freedom crucified,

our privacy molested,

our names replaced

with bloodless numbers

laid in paper tombs,

our laughter turned salty-wet,

our friendships signed and dated,

our families filed & sorted

by votes & stats & ages,

our money gone anemic,

our leaders all obese,

our healthy meals: numbered

deals; just wilted, grade D chunks.

our nightmares gallop outward,

our nation is sold for parts,

our values whittled to bony ideals;

we bitter, herded tribes,

we sleep.

 

dreaming of mighty battles,

heroic deeds and noble causes,

as the chances to make those

dreams come alive,

 

are, summarily,

slept to death.

 

while,

a masked surgeon

with a flag on his lapel

cuts out another  meaty hunk,

winks at the cutesy anesthesiologist,

and hums “Glory Hallelujah”,

 

we sleep.

Reviews

[roarke]

... maybe it's a good reason to sleep, catch the next millennia...

This read like a perpetual motion machine. Had a flavor of the inevitable, the banality of waking somnambulism.

Truth on the grade D meat kabob like only you can reveal to us sleepwalkers.

[SkinlessFrank]

I love the scope of this....damnation and car wrecks every which way we turn...and not a thing we can do about it except maybe to reach out to those closest to us .