Shattered Life Clock
An alarm clock
Million shattered pieces
None to be found in reality
Grabbing one scatters all
Mirror of darkness gravitates
Showing veins of truth
Nothing matters
Bright red flashes
Rippling memories tattered mind
Nothing exists in physical matters
Fiscal voids of existence
Ringing realism drained purpose
Blood shot drunken eyes
Dark shades hiding
Heart attack stomach acid
Working habitat feeding others
Awakened persistence
In grave consequences
Digging holes in caskets
To breathe purpose
Alarm clock tell me the time
Tick tock human heart beat
Tick tock reflections
Tick tock pain relievers
Time passes unhindered
In the cesspool of unsaid words
So rainbow do not take my time
Before I find at least a dime
D.Lester Young (03/25/02)
Tuscaloosa, AL
Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry)
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As far as money goes, keep watching the cracks in the sidewalk and you may spot a Franklin or two blowing in the wind like autumn leaves. But the kind that relieves. But then again just win the lottery.
Ron
in grave consequences- i love this, simply a great reminder to us readers, seeing through better perspectives. thank you for writing this.