The Poets Breakfast

The Poets Breakfast 5/29/2014

Summer has a stillness

That weighs on the mind

Like a hot wet blanket

Tented on your head.

Nothing lasts

But long goodbyes

Can take forever

As we watch the world die

And another

About to be born. 

I am not the only one

Who is tired

And I am not the only one

Bored as hell. 

Because nothing is more obvious

And nothing more transparent

Than the dumb leading the blind

And the foolish

Wallowing in hatred.

That is the only thing

That all of us can trust

When nothing else

We see or hear

Is anything, close to the truth. 

Unhinged and off its axis

The world wobbles and shakes

As we steer without our hands

And let evil take control.   

If I could, I would go backwards

And try it all over again

But what good is dreaming

When you know

They can’t come true.  

Food is fuel

And water is life

But either way
Our bodies cry out

For something real

And something more.

Things look different

When they are upside down

And it is wise to consider

Our own motives and views. 

It wasn’t easy then

And it’s not easy now

The uphill fight

And the long road home. 

Sarcasm never worked

And depression

Just drags you down

But telling the truth matters

And always will. 

Life hurts

But that is not an excuse

Because creativity

Can help us escape

If only we knew

Who to ask.