Mediocrazy

Too slow, too late; society’s expiration date
jumping off buildings, parachutes like fireworks
be careful now the crows are in the street,
scavenging for tabs and dottle’s all that’s left to eat.

We’re running out of everything, running away from everything;
in god we trust to corrupt men to believe liars.

And it used to rain, it used to rain
water once was everywhere, now not a drop to drink.
Oh, it used to rain, it used to rain,
but we used it all to put out the fires – oil’s made us extinct.

In time, our bones, we’ll all become fuel.

I don’t know why but I recognize this place somehow
suspect, vaguely familiar – a memory half-erased.
Everyone’s a ghost, a shade, a shape I can not fix
crawling out of the woodwork, wresting free from the cracks
everything in its right place, doctor says to relax.

I’m not crazy, I’m ignoring you.

I can not make it work, I can not fix it;
I’ve spent my lifetime wanting this – and now…
memories and suicide pacts, I’ve got to go
try to stay awake until the very end of the show.

“How do you manage, cope with so much going on?” she asked.
And I could only smile and lie.

Act your age; but I’m immortal, twenty one centuries old.
And you don’t know just how far I’d go
to get lost to find you.

Posted by Invisibleye in: Poetry   15 January, 2009  

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