general stuff · April 7, 2009 2

save our souls

i returned to
the salt mines
because i could not
turn a dime with
my words to feed
the open mouths
of our creation

sensations of doom
and economic gloom
echo across the
open channels of distress
masquerading as cartoons
for our entertainment
and distraction, mind
the attraction of
the blue pill

I tapped out
a message under
neath the stars
my pencil beat going
dot, dot, dot.
dash, dash, dash.
dot, dot, dot.

no reply i
curse the moon
and wonder why
she does not
like me, laughs
at my demise
curse the son
in ascension
dark conceals
light reveals
truth hidden in
the shadows
beneath my eyes

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