This full blown scream depicts
Sisyphus pushing a pipeline
Instead of a boulder across the bed sheets
Through pristine forests, sacred Indian lands
Our humble back yards.
With the logic found in a loaded gun
Concealed under the covers of a nursery
You ask why bother with commitment
When progress matters?
We venture on in our misplaced vacuums
Desire caught in a web watching melting candles
Usher in the morning after being up all night
Doing what naked people do best.
Meanwhile a few brave souls dress alone
Grab their raincoats
Bus through the Otis mist.
Can we now share a coffee cup
And numb out our law of averages
Hoping before the first refill
He or she
You or me
Without fingerprints enticing the touch pad
Can delete outdated messages?
Long ago I wrote I accept I am
A product of modern man/women/child
Clicking through my phone
Children with torn mittens
Hurl Pepsi cans at police cars
Covered in a glowing green snow
Fallen on a hot sunny day.
To fight or fend of bloodless revolutions
Squeezed clean from a dream
Am I stubborn enough to knuckle down
And seek answers from fallen angels
Poets or deranged painters
With brush strokes depicting
How amputated I have become
As news broadcasts faceless facts
With no hint of ending clean cut lies
Revealed on razor barb wire fences
Littered with posters advertising
Two dollar hair cuts
And one eight hundred numbers
Offering to buy up poisoned lots
Our broken homes.
Leaving me to accept once again
I am a product of modern man/women/child
Watching the patrol cars drive away
The handcuffed booked as the pipeline
Slouches through Sandisfield
As history once again
Mangles with destiny.