Television Dreams

A withered old skeleton cast from the

clay of imperalistic dogma sits --

tears battering his cheeks like rapid

                 gunfire 

hollering at the wind as it blows by,

"Give me back my country,

the land of the free and the home

of the brave" 

passing parents look askance and

grimace briefly, as they push 

their children foward hurriedly,

and continue passing by.

The whole world passed by 

the bag of bones (when supple flesh still

formed an outer husk)

                                  and he missed it all,

 

until one day it came crashing into him

like a car crash catalysm that takes

everything away,

suddenly clocks became

nooses and their hands, daggers

cutting away at what little skin remained

until stripped him bare and vulnerable. 

Now, organs exposed, he feeds pidgeons

from park benches --

dreaming black and white television dreams

of red and yellow, white and blue

Crying, maudlin because the idiot 

box is now in full spectrum color 

Reviews

[Arsenic Nemesis]

This is wonderful stuff mortal, loved it. Very deep and emotional and that line "Now, organs exposed, he feeds pidgeons..." gave me chills. Fantastic work, very well presented and a nice choice of words - great job!~