Table love: The second serving

Beautiful minds in forgettable places

Uncertainty certainly painted on

Beautiful faces

Sunday morning pews occupied

Some sinking in Saturday's shame still

Trying to find where the faith is.

Our motives are basic basically

Running to lead everything that's chased

In an instant gratification is purged.

Fall to everything to lose our urge.

next; some lust, stale sex

Backtrack into last night's drunken texts.

Tonight is perfect we pray, knees

Too stubborn to stay for today.

And I can't even see rest in my dreams

Blame the dress of life, the rest on my genes.

In between bullets, political parties

And bills, sences fade away,

A paycheck. Who feels hard anymore?

Numb new notes on the beat of this drumb

Lord please don't let us succumb

Food for thought. Thankful for more of a

Portion, I hope I'm not being greedy

If I seek out more than some crumbs.

Table love, table love, inner circles

In inner cities.

The findings fine with honesty.

Someone consumes, another

Profits off what table do you eat from.

Be careful what you speak when your
Mouth's full.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

great wordplay and alliteration here...to get this message across...something i always thought of as a youngster attending Catholic mass...and what i saw was greed, ugliness, lust, meanness..supposedly all wiped away by a saturday's confession...and then these somber people would go to communion on sunday with looks as if they had lost their last friend...maybe because they knew...Monday would start it all over again...and there was never any real repentance but rather a cosmetic cover up to make themselves feel better for a day.

i love this piece...it is well created...and paints a stark reality.

[mendedwords]

I first want to thank you for your review, as I have said before knowing that others can truly relate to my writing is a blessing in itself. I'm happy that you took the time to read this piece.