burning, burning, yet never lit
the day
a disgusting discord
of darkness and light
voices
a cacophony of sound
the dull talking ceaseless nonsense
because they cannot find
anything else to do
the heroes vanquished
lunatics running the asylum
tainted breakfast sandwiches
rotting in hidden fat crevices
the naked and the famous
taking up thousands
of gigabytes of memory
the world
a cesspool
of death, humiliation,
traffic, and endless war
humanity
like a wet cigarette
like a scentless candle at its end
its tepid intellect
burning, burning, yet never lit
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Say hello to your neighbor..
dark yest so on point..
well-done
Lynne...arguments about money and the need for a new computer at 5 a.m. brings out the poet in me.
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