surfing albums of old photos my younger days memories stored time good and bad bursting out of oblivion blue pulse down my aortic shivers down my spin head to toes drowning into a world of yesterday back where we were together dreaming and planing the future then the now Spouts devoid of all meaning devoid of all reason to go on devoid of you I'm but a silhouette of a dream wandering what happens to dreams when they die do they haunt us subconsciously do they have spirits of their own do they reincarnate into hope may be a spark in the darkened days so we might keep breathing drinking to a better day
We’ve entered a foggy time Where only the insane are truly free Politicians thrive With agendas where their brains should be. Where “dialogue” is shouted curses Wielded like dull-edged swords And our defense against this loud banality Our faces sunken into phones, terminally bored. We no longer slouch towards Bethlehem But think its existence is just fake news. The truth is no longer a solid thing But a clay molded with our views. I’ll not try to do what Didion did, I’ve neither the competence nor the need To walk around in different shoes In glasses smoked with weed. I’ll just erode in peace here dark While the world in every direction implodes to dust. The red of it not iron-based – Eternal quiet the only end to our distrust.