Wednesday, February 09, 2005

moral compass

when even sleep
old friend
is too exhausted
to jettison you
anywhere
out of this world
free from guilt
consequence
choices
there is a bullet
nameless to all
save one
the crowd jeers
debris all around
batteries
coins
you just can’t hide
you just can’t run
so now you know
how cousin cain felt
one day you’ll taste
only metal
mince words
several languages
yet none
there are eyes on you
where before
there was only
nothing
and what they see
is what you choose to show
up to you
just in case
the mind still rules
the body
don’t know
just a little something
to contemplate
this long
sleepless
night
'til dawn arouses you
laughs
your folly

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

excellent

12:47 AM  
Blogger Scott Hess said...

Sounds torturous, Paul. It's a nice poem about a horrible thing. May sleep overwhelm all the demons soon.

5:29 AM  

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