Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Just Another Manic Monday 11/15/06

it is morning
no, i just checked
it is afternoon
nothing is happening.
i've done my routine:
coffee, newspaper, espn, drudgereport
fantasy sports, yahoo, hotmail,
myspace (shh)

everything drifts

a kid is skipping to the park
in a yellow raincoat

the doorway is
awash in the colors
of christmas

a russian is poisoned

a journalist is slaughtered in the street

there is gaza and baghdad and damascus

castro somewhere puffing cigars

entire civilizations are swept up
in a headline
swept into
a basket
swept away in
a tumbler

sugar or cream?

day after day
my eyes blur
pounding on this
thing
begging a
pardon
for the atrositicies
i've committed
asking forgiveness for
my genocides
my famines
my fascism
my own seven year war

i beg to be let
outside
to be allowed
to forget the world
this day

to serve some
different master
for once

but it wont let me quit

it demands discilpline

manic days fastened to
all night rapes
alone
in my room
staring at the ceiling

like a short story
with no moral
no punchline

it is 27 degrees
out there
warmer in here
with the fireplace on
and a ticking wooden
clock

it is no use
i am entrenched
in this
i have my orders

to keep pounding
and pounding
and eventually
blast
this darkness
once and for

all