Continuum

We're just waves flowing thru space.

sleazy salutation.

seemed bitter,
take-no-s**t,
in the sick,
sorry body with
too many errors to fix,
then penned pain
in the postscript,it
lacked conviction.

oh.

only if, only if
these demon things,
that held their solid grip
on my sense of
self identity liquid,
would vaporize;
then maybe I
could quit with
this...

inexplicable nonsense
that cannot be processed
even by yours truly,
said 'progenitor'
of the whole mess.
but
for the love of art
& respect for the dead
I'm gunna try & do
my very best
& forgive me,
I might just digress
because my mind
finds very little rest.

time isn't but a concept.
that's kept us chained
to the desk
& trained like pets.
how we've become
obsessed with
who jumps highest &
who disappears in the depths

kneel before
the hamster wheel.

sleep for sale,
bargain with death.
starving for the
slumber dream
under genus:
americus-inept;
all while
thunder rolled
& jesus wept.

Author's Note

That's all.

Reviews

[Lusus Naturae]

I love your writing style..

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

Yep its official I am an avid fan now...we write a like...

[Jennesis]

I really liked the rhythm of this. It's hard to be in the rat race of the world. This is great. I can relate. You have a bunch of great lines. Especially the one about time keeping us chained to the desk like trained pets. Great job