Surreal Musings

© Brodiss 2002

the time slips through
the clenched fist of mortality,
like water flowing
down to the endless ocean –
there to lose
its identity
among the thousands of yesterdays
that have already been

oh forever,
why is your smile
so grim?
do not look at me
with those hooded eyes of death.

price of life = x days [at sign] % mortality X energy expended

why can't people die like everyone else?
it throws the memory of existence
out of kilter,
and yet
such reprimand is as final
as the one which went before.

feed the masses,
but don't let them eat.
show the people
how to win,
but don't let them cheat
cheat them though,
that's all right,
for they are they
and you are you

hey you,
there are times
when things go wrong
and it doesn't make sense.
there was a time
if I had known better,
but it's gone
why should I care
if someone lets you down?
little girls are hurt sometimes

hey you,
where can you run to now
who can you turn to now
you shoulda known better
when will you learn?

the world is full of heavy symbolism –
how could anyone carry it?
who would try it?

and the blood drips down
very red on your breast
the top of you dress
all splattered with life
and the droning voice
stops in time
with your beating heart

violence seems the only answer
when you have a gun
but death is never a question
when you lie on the street
with a knife in your heart

the poppies nod sadly to the beat

surely you are aware
that you are ignorant of that fact

fluttered
as though she was dreaming
there must be a way out of here

two lights pulsed
wisps of smoke hanging in the air
physical pushing
vibrate him to pieces
a banal statement –
it folded into a triangle
how do I get out of here?

close your eyes
he was going home
and the screaming
jets roar through overcast skies
spitting death instead of rain

it was a warm evening
it was the first kill of her day
book beside her
launched herself into space
lights in the sky
hammering and splintering
why aren't they ever home
on the streets tonight
tremble like a flower

touch me –
love her two times
faithful as robots
march to destruction
through fields of daisies

exit stage left


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