Monday, May 9, 2011

looking back

Must these priorities shift so much?
Only for the right decisions
to metamorphose into trivialities?
People, whose features shift
into wallpaper and furniture.
Career that swells with the
nothingness of an empty belly.
Wombs filled with placenta and
Sleepless nights and cholesterol traffic.
Sleeping around and glorious
Thankless bosses and spouses.
Bodies abused by the light
and weight of ephemeral manna.
Love. Oh, love!
The years, crawling with the
termites of redundancy.
investments turn into rubble.
And rubble into precious things,
we lost along the way.
Living forever, specters in a fist-sized
pound of regret, ebbing within you.
A steady motor, keeping you alive.

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