Beauty & the Waste
For Jeff Stewart
The end is always near
In the heartbeat
Of blood &
Time
Making long-distance
Collect calls
To a god who wonʼt answer
From phone booths
That no longer
Exist.
The talking heads
Keep talking,
Telling us more lies.
North Korea has its finger
On the trigger.
ISIS never sleeps.
Meanwhile,
Everybodyʼs working for the weekend
Watching football on TV
Waiting for the perfect death,
Or retirement,
Whichever comes first
Going back & forth
On trains
In cars
On roads
Stuck in traffic
Up & down
& across America
The land of the free
& the home of the depraved.
What makes us great?
How can we sleep
When our beds are burning?
In the shadow
Of turning
The mirror sees
Everything:
The face…wanting
Waiting
For the next new song to play
On the radio
The next earthquake
Building below
The skinʼs surface
The temporary happiness
Of insanity
& complacency
Drinking to forget
Remembering to let go
Worshipping the sex
Of chaos
The anxious brain
Balancing between body
& soul
The burden & cost of the cross
How it looks to others
How we look
To it
Having feelings that murder
Logic
Stepping on the shoulders
Of children
To get a better view
Can we ever know the truth?
Sitting on couches
Staring at walls
While the world is out there
Spinning
We stay inside
& surf through images
Comparing ourselves
To how others live
Staying up late
Eating crackers in bed
Reading T.S. Elliot
Taking pills so we can dream
Taking pills so we can think
The beauty & the waste
Beyond windows
Beyond screens
In crowded cities
Of overpriced rent
Commuting to the next place
The next thing
The diamond ring
The hope of love
The lust
The broken promise
The fairy tale
The betrayal
The enchanted forest
Littered & forgotten
The longing
The failure to launch
The haunted, burning questions
Tunneling the dark mind
In search of answers that can speak
For themselves
The unwanted thoughts
Of fear
Guilt
Doubt
The worm in the dirt
Digging around the bones
The cancer
The debt
The slow death of the living
The price of neglecting
The ink
The love of words
The machine at the table
Waiting for the poem
The shrine
Of a silent god
Wanting nothing less
Than blood
The voices
The faces
The bodies
Fucking away the time
In the sand of the hour glass
The naked animal
Behind the mask
Yawning during the movie
The emptiness of an empty church
An abandoned home
The memory of a bad childhood
The ice at the bottom
Melting together
Remembering the thirst
The agnostic laughter last seen
Leaving the bar
Alone