Zeitgeist
An image, a ghost
An impression at most.
Morning light creeps through the shadows
Fingers in hair, goodbyes and hallows
Muses, abuses, sings for dinner
Trying to be a winner
To win out finally over all
Begin once more the never ending day
The repetitive rhyme
What more is there to say?
Pinned in time
To a place of chimney pots,
and forget me nots
You best remember
To stop the shudder
Of winter blue skies
And expectant mothers
Holding the hopes
The highly taught ropes
A junkie’s demise
A faithful reprise
The message is clear
All who come near
Tread carefully and in fear
Lest ye all forget
The sickness and health clause.
Star-shaped holes in the skies
Of nights passed
At roof windows
The tinge of winter’s promise
On the edge of an exhalation
Forgotten beaches
This is war my friends
And don’t forget
That everything is for sale.
Cannot assimilate
will not participate
(2011)
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