We are juggernauts of nothing new,
Muttering on crowded pews.
Nodding, wailing, wall to wall;
In leathered tomes we scrawl and scrawl.
Perfunctory and gaseous,
Sweating, we huddle on train and bus
For a small semblance of meaning we lust.
In a childhood dream we place our trust.
Prayers ascend into boundless stars;
Thudding soundless, the black imparts
A word, “nothing.” A chuckle.
Entwined they fuse and buckle.
Piled, dusted bone
Finds a solitary, swollen home.
Unsighted, without regard;
Gravely recycling alone.
With gay abandon we dig, split and bury;
Churn, burn and fluster; get merry.
Multiply like molten lies
With burning eyes,
But fireflies
Can hold the sky
With fleeting Guys
‘Fore they melt
And die.
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Oh, this left me speechless. Beautifully written.
Your hold over words is so powerful.
Thank you for sharing.
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Beautiful play of words. It brings out the pain in the endless grind in our loves. Loved reading it.
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