by scott from jail

There in the electric magic pages
Of Verizon-droid land, filled with sprinting, hinting white
Lies my love for truth
Shattered, as is usual, by more truth
Shaped as skulls, rap rhythmn, holiness-on-parade
Like a thousand swinging sheiks
Warbling out Arabic, Hebrew
Confusing just about everyone's ability
To strike the Paris from the Beirut from the Dubai
From the New York
As if it were all recipes
Served up by over-sexed 19-year olds
Hunkering down for the duration
Mumbling Jazz
Through their teeth whilst I
My own middle-age idle of soft regret
What's happening
When how-many-wars-now?
Captures just a glimpse, a crazy, two-headed insanity
Whilst the Bank
Oh well.....
It won't be long now.

Copyright © 2011 - scott from jail
Published: 9/15/11   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem