decay

bookshelves sag wearily
under the weight of a hundred
unread volumes

curtains dance wistfully
to the rhythm of a humid
summer breeze

mattresses slope gently
two indentations represent
sleepless nights

a faucet drips steadily
staining a ceramic basin
of generations

houses creak mournfully
yearning for a peal of laughter
from days gone by

weeds flourish happily
infiltrating every crack and crevice
of neglected pavement

trees rustle cautiously
fearful of waking the beasts
that spell certain doom

neighborhoods wither pathetically
decaying from a hundred cancers
that eat from within

cities crumble slowly
the earth swallows more pieces
every day

fields yield misery
resources all used up by
selfish creatures

a world is reclaimed by nature
after our natural demise
surprise surprise

we never did set things right



Revisiting me: Inspired by, Part III

just one time

what do you see
when you look at me?
it's not the same as a mirror
the reflection's just a little clearer

what do you do
when I look at you?
do you want to turn around
head for the edge of this town?

why can't you see what I see
when I look at you
why is this so decieving
I must be a fool

I would like to feel
If this paranoia is real
when they look at me
what do they really see?

I would like to know
the feelings they don't show
when they turn away
hide their eyes in shame

I'd like to know
just one time

what would you change
give me the whole range
the features, the looks the hair style
maybe my weight or my profile

what would you give
to exchange the life you live
for maybe minute
see how how deep we're all in it

why can't you see what I see
when I look at you
why is this so decieving
I must be a fool

I would like to feel
If this paranoia is real
when they look at me
what do they really see?

I would like to know
the feelings they don't show
when they turn away
hide their eyes in shame

I'd like to know
just one time


Revisiting my mental GPS: Position

a race never won, never one

an xray of
the nuts and bolts
reveals telling tales of
my disintegration from
the human race

the slowly turning cogs
of my inner mechanical workings
need periodic greasing
of a philosophical kind
to keep up with the human race

the intrinsic input
and regurgitated output
lengthen processing time
please wait, please wait
for the human race

the silicon and minerals
that carry the pulses
of binary overload
are trapped within the flesh and blood
of a human in a human race

the data and code
the frequency and uploads
upgrades and improvements
cannot keep up with
the human race

overclocked, understocked
and running out of time
I'm afraid the
I'm afraid the
I'm afraid the

system overload
system failure
universal failure
catastophic failure
human failure
human race
failure

ctrl-alt-del cannot fix this



Revisiting the past: They