A Dense Moment Without Rhyme

The closing theaters are where? The end began everywhere, From when I awoke, filled at the bird buffet, Prayed and meditated, ate breakfast, Until my hunger died, forever. Shall I squander my IFS In their turgid tomb? Their desire will procure my rights to ruin! The gentleman’s’ testosteroned cement womb, Why inquire about the escape? Oh, such rich, rigid rejuvenation! Is a moth yet talented enough, To desire a butterfly’s cracked cocoon, To crawl into welfares’ warfare? Too many hearts bleating, In forward rocking e-motions. I bump into a stranger, apologize over lunch. While eyes seeing, close the Ears to ‘Hear! Hear!’ through the ‘hear-ye’ No life guarantees.  Back to work. Pay the piper, sand the paper for the stretch of time. Grind your teeth, victimizer!  I adore their revulsion and vile smiles! Better than blessing their ignore-rants! At least hatred is Pain with interpretation. Punch out, worked late.  Shadows stir and Stretch inquiry to denizens of depravity, but I’m a man. I'm tough.  Suprise my family.  Kiss the wife later.  Feed the kids their  fav…PIZZA! TO GO!  Home a little late, at worst.  Smiling. When their bullets strike me Blindly in the hours of darkness, Then ignorance is in Deed… An excuse For the law. A FLASH OF LIGHT! My life echos In criminal Laughter. Two blocks away, Two "MEN" Devour a extra large Pizza. With anchovies. I deserve this.  I'm colder than before. Anchovies, please. HA! Hear him whimper? Punks…I’m dead.Is it obvious enough that this poem is in defense of victims of crime? Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 06:53 PM PST, Timothy G Cameron    0 • 9