I spend too much time writing –
Reading –
But there’s nothing else to do –
Profile after profile -- they say
“I have nothing to say –
Imagine what it would be like
If I was around every day”

The boredom waltz –
A tune
Full of narcolepsy
(Get the smelling salts)
Cut from the same sheet –
Cardboard de rigueur –
Reality/banality

And now, what passes for
Unique –
Is a hole in the ground
An empty gray box –
“Cliché” – the new standard
Of excellence, of
“Be the best you can be”

A lifelike façade –
A blur –
“She’s almost real,
She’s almost alive”
She almost had a thought
That went past TV
Reality/Click here

liketheread,thankyou.

nicely done Lex

I didn't know you wrote poetry, Lex, great write!

"real nice, Lex"

cool write Lex

Thanks!

I was working on one of the stories for the 4th book this morning, and ran across some odds and ends I had been considering for inclusion in it -- this was one of them....!

The depth of reality lost to that pot-hole in the road.

We all need that bump,,,to remind us, THIS IS--Living!! wink..

Nice write Lex and beware the narrow paths with rabbit lures to
loose footing in,,,

This speaks to me, Lex...literally. Nice write, man, loved the movement from line to line and of course the ever expansive Lex-vocabulary.