lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


9 September 2005

37: Z

Returned from sleep
watching the missed events they never captured.
The world tipped sideways
for a minute there
deception strangled our hearts.

Failure policies and talking points
fall from the cloud-bitten sky
like invisible daggers. Harmful but glaring,
fear-instilled. Tired, weary, power.
Hopes dashed, dreams dead
watch hell unfold from the comfort of your home
with muted life and the ethics game - endless.
The contest dwindles, all bets are off.
Stop the gambling, and pocket your guilt.