Silver Stitches

The door slams shut.
Footsteps up the staircase and down the hall to another door.
Opening into a large carpeted room.
Neon walls. Band posters are pasted to the paint.
A quilted duvet on the bed and a flatscreen TV mounted to the main wall.
The smell is a synthetic strawberry. Well, that's what the bottle says anyway.
Bookbag and massive purse slam to the ground.
Left alone in a mess of concretely concepted materials--
"In the frustrations of emotional needs,
 there lies a desire to have possessions smashed and burnt.
They mean nothing.
They may as well be broken bits of rubble,
strewn throughout the paved highway,
for semi-trucks and delivery vans to drive over.
Adorn ourselves in things we obtain from cash they pay to us
in return for our waking lives.
We work to produce, to deliver, to design,
the very things that it is our goal to obtain.
Of all the levels of sanity, we believe we are in the upscale.
We believe we have it all together.
Its together. Oh, oh, its together, my friend.
Its glued together with faulty glue, my friend.
Let's meet again, my friend and eat food we do not need
 and shop for plastic pieces of rubbish to hang on our arms
while the others over there waste away.
Let's forget them and...
remember us and...
live for now,
not for the reason that now is great,
but so we can do guilt no justice when it knocks."

Reviews

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Night time matters with the neon.. invisible matters.......

[KAREN]

Very powerful and thought provoking poem.

[Rae]

Very story-like. Keep writing!!

[Tasha]

Wow this amazing. It would would make a great song and an even better music video. Great job.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[bobby]

Nice argument dealing with worldly people shallow passions and ignorance. Once again the struggle to make sense of it all!! Keep asking and follow your heart...

[CreativeByHabit.com]

I like it. It reminds me of poetry I have written. Very good. Might make a great song.