Monday, July 16, 2012

Ahora mismo

The dreary companionship of forced,
acquaintances in a valley of solitude;
Sometimes comforting,
Sometimes depressing.

The closed opinions of empty,
minds on a crest of achievement;
Always distressing,
Often infuriating.

The mechanical motion of hard,
workers in capitalistic prisons;
To some Awe-full,
To me awful.

Hopeful dreams are turning desperate,
Are they even dreams anymore?
Soft illusions of a painted future,
Are disappearing fast, Invisible now.


Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Fragments

fragile, 
stained glass dreams, riding down the highway
crack

fleeting,
soap bubble hopes, floating in the air,
pop

rising,
hot water passions, on the boil
splash

to be continued...