'Wreckoning'

Remember that the smallest seed of faith is of more worth than the largest fruit of happiness. - Thoreau

decadence dancing a debauched twist

magnetic, crooked-finger beckoning

top hat of illusions alluring, empty promises

cold, lonely dirt road to nowhere

dust choking

traffic jam with no offramp

no breakdown lane

gutters littered with the tired refuse of life's discarded folly

it's always night

day never dawns

emptiness rolls over and yawns

chessboard with no king or queen, littered with spent pawns

glitter of gold turned to tarnished bronze

broken glass pond with only black swans

limping streetwalkers with broken stiletto heels and torn nylons

drooling, missing-teeth, crippled johns

off in the hilly distance heaven's' gate

eternity and eons

rows of faceless people standing in line with empty pockets and no coupons

Author's Note

"The mason asks but a narrow shelf to spring his brick from; man requires only an infinitely narrower one to spring his arch of faith from." - Thoreau