Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Unfinished

an oasis has much more in mind than just paradise
the jurisdiction is fleeting and the justice inconsistent 
in a land where inspiration lost touch with the squeeze of a hand
no way to make amends, not thoroughly 
the escapists, those men and women, fled from faith, 
fled from an unfair match of beginning to end.

You believe in production, 
in wage reduction by inefficient means. 
Relief in terms of money
when only complacency rides on such things
foolishness in faux sophistication,
in suits and collars,
and we wonder where our heroes went
within, without
in dreams of enigmatic minds
we're all benign.
Drooling in front of such succulent imagination,
a false satisfaction,
check the insipid reflection.
Wage your way into an abyss of malevolent treaties,
when the short end always resides in your hands.
On the tips of my toes, on the edge of my seat.,
get it together, string it together,
the strewn about hope
wrapped up in abandoned bundles and bags
ready for pickup, come Wednesday's trash collection.
But today, we're armed with aneurysms and outcasts.