February 27, 2010

too senseless to go insane

hear this sound.

the agony of the elephant

the nightmare of the midget

while caged parrots sit and flourish of color

while pieces of people fall over the edge like pebbles like rocks

even the trees we walked under seemed less then trees and more like everything else

the junkies junk as the alkies drink as the whores whore and the killers kill

the weather stays mostly the same.

1 comment:

Sara LeeAnn said...

Oh my, the phrasing makes your imagery that much more real. "Pieces of people..." Perfect. Splendidly crafted poem.

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