A Glass of Wine
Desperately desiring depth
I wade through the shallows
in the muddy waters of distracted disorientation
in the random salesmanship of a million products
all vying for my attentions
intent upon my demise as a thinking entity
transforming me into a consumer of yet another “Big Gulp.”
Trapped perhaps
in the sordid world of mundane thought
forms
a pattern of self destruction so encompassing
as they laugh at my dilemma
these powers that be
so easy to blame
but what about me?
What part am I playing in this perpetual processing plant of
mass extinction
what do I actually do about it?
A call to arms?
Or do I merely howl at the moon
insufficient on all fronts
yet not without tooth and claw
for there is power in number
and when two becomes three
multiplied ad infinitum
a beast arises capable of consuming the consumers
the hundredth monkey come at last.
I must confess
I am spoiling for a fight!
A visible, tangible enemy
something I can sink my teeth into
one that doesn’t evaporate on sight
becoming again an abstract ideal
and merely leaving me with a bad taste in my mouth.
Where are they?
these serial rapists of the natural order
perpetual perpetrators
Traitors I mean
who’ve now unlocked Pandora’s box?
Show Yourselves!!!
Stand before me eye to eye
toe to toe
I dare you
but I must warn you
I’ll go down swinging
wildly perhaps in an adrenal dump of massive proportions
better keep your chin down
for one of those punches is bound to connect.
Okay, granted,
maybe I should calm down
a more gradual process
a slower build
the beast never shows his face anyway
and even if I cut off his head he’d just grow another.
Back to the drawing board
a lesson learned
a vision vented
I feel better now
and even if nothing outside has really changed something inside of me has
a new insight
one requiring some thought and reflection
I’ll take a page from Scarlett O’hara
I’ll think about it tomorrow
yea,yea,
that’s the ticket
tomorrow
that should be soon enough
anybody have a glass of wine?
By davy anonymous