Sometimes I think the city is an afterlife
Gas station temples for carbon gods
The prophet wrapped in styrafoam
Sees the degeneration and mastication of the masses
Chewed by an expensive tooth
And does nothing
Godliness gets in the way
I could do something
But don't
Mortality gets in the way
They flow through the streets
Like salmon with wallets
Filling the void with things
I met a girl who smelled of smoke
Yet never burned
Only smoldered
I climbed to the highest hill
To bellow the question to the valley below
WHO HAVE WE BECOME?
Words reamain unheard
Insubstantial yet bright as fire
A liar can only deny for so long
And continue to say the bomb is holy
While the magnolia is sinister
I'm done lying to the mirror
Sitting up at dawn listening to the radio
The same song sung in repetition
Slowly murdering myself with self pity
Hypnosis and narcosis for breakfast
The heat is gone
A ripped protest sign thrown in a puddle
Old rebels who lived in communes and promoted free sex & dope
Now joinn AARP and take Viagra
BWA HA HA HA HA
irony makes it hard to breathe
I stomped the all permeating sigh
I burst through the door yelling gotcha gotcha gotcha
Slow to realize and sad to admit
Everyone but me
Already knew the secret before
I was waiting on the stairs outside the door
This whole time
Unknowing
You and I were floating in an afterlife
This whole timne

WoW! Awesome read.

delightful

glad u like it

I loved it! You should have not problem getting your poems published.

Awesome very good

Dude, I knew there had to be something of a poetic genius in you, with that name, the lizard king, my favorite singer's nickname, well anyway, you are in the veins of the soul, the rushing waters of the imagination.