Rolling Dice

A big brave nothing   1/24/2013

Look backwards

And see the husk

Yesterday’s reminder

Of what we were

And what we are. 

Nothing ever stays the same

But even this

Is nothing new

Because all of this

Has been tried before.

It didn’t work then

And it won’t work now

As we stumble along like zombies

Looking for flesh to eat.

There is horror down the street

Behind closed doors

The kind no one seems to notice

Until it is too late.

There are bodies in the dumpster

And bodies in the sea

Chopped, punctured, and bludgeoned

Dumped, buried or burned.

Over my head

And in the sea

What I do

And everything I type

Silently recorded

And stored away.

This is the world

Not so brave

And not so smart

One hiccup away

From Armageddon.

No one seems to care

As long as we keep buying

Leveraging today with tomorrow

More than we need

Or can ever pay.

Not many have the courage

In this kind of chill

Because they know what can happen

And see it every day. 

We should have known

But everyone’s afraid

Brow beat since childhood

By hypocritical fools. 

The ghost speaks

But can we hear him?

From the floor boards

Or the attic

From the forest,

And the trees.

This is what you get

When you buy what they are selling

A fake and false protection

Nothing more

And nothing less.

Let it all commence

As predictable as the sun

Dumb as we always have been

Hiding behind each other

On our way to utopia

And on our way to the end.