to put pencil to paper
(much less cursor to screen)
sometimes the pressure
makes silent screams
happen
and i used to be able
to let it out in words
and syllables
but the world makes me
weary now
and all i seem to do is
scroll and scan
snort and smile
snot and cry
live and let live
does this mean i'm
getting wiser to the
game?
or does it mean the
insane has run off
to other places?
step by step i
climb up to
the fresh air
but the desert sand
hazes the way
blinding and numbing
all i see and feel
nothing's real
anymore
(tore)
Well done with near rhymes and alliteration, and stanza divisions;apropos of "in our time"
ReplyDeleteWas the recent Saharan sand sweeping the South any inspiration for the finale?
thank you.
Deleteyes, we ended up getting the dust for longer than predicted. but, as charlie brown says "Don't think of it as dust. Think of it as maybe the soil of some great past civilization. Maybe the soil of ancient Babylon. It staggers the imagination. He may be carrying soil that was trod upon by Solomon, or even Nebuchudnezzar."
i should treat the okie dust with a little more respect. after all, it was murder back in its prime time.....
That's right, we must show a little respect for those Dusty Spring Fields. And Raisins of Wrath. ;)
ReplyDeleteI could have sworn it was "Dust Bowl Willie" who made that quote:
http://www.kleefeldoncomics.com/2016/03/on-strips-dust-bowl-willy.html