re-awakened thoughts tremble
silent sounds echo
inside the ears of decades
perceived to be sleeping;
clarity of the mind questioned
its purpose resolute,
and standing its ground,
despite the limitations of exercise
and of haunting memories.
wisdom supersedes accountability
tired eyes peer through glass
made by Corning and the
rest of the world camps in
my backyard placing bets on
how often it will be mowed;
and if, the price of gasoline
will prevent it execution; but,
of course, no pun intended.
Days move fast, mornings slowly
an uneducated public stands nude
without embarrassment, although some do,
waiting without anticipation
for the next choice on their behalf to be made;
motherless babies cry in the arms of strangers
while the rest of the world sits in salons
in petrified silence polishing their nails as
knots in their hair are combed out by
slim, young males with high voices.
May 3, 2012
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