under this endless sun
the teeming masses
bloated
pale
frightened
Midwestern livestock
and
frail
decaying
snowbirds.
eating themselves
day after day
year after year
into oblivion.
I can almost see
their homes
sterileperfect.
their cars
shinygargantuan.
as they would almost have to be
to accomodate the waves of flesh
walkers and wheelchairs.
I can almost see the trinkets
figurines
decorative plates
as they pile up
in their luggage
and then back home.
spoils to be added to the coffer.
I can hear it in their voices
the mundane
bored
desperate
for anything to bring back the spark,
the magic
the reason
the LIFE
that is chased
lost
missed
and replaced
by another meal
a bigger purchase
something novel
almost feels
for one second
like the real thing.
all the time
more and more
replacements in the ranks
sitting in schools
readying for mediocrity
forsaking the dream
for the sure thing.
all the time
more and more
the cities
the beaches
the trails
the country
the dying seem to outnumber the living.
I wonder if it helps
or comforts in any way
today is leap year's leap day!
a freebie!
24 hours that you forgot to expect
plan
schedule
fear...
maybe this one could be spent
not squandered
relegated
avoided.
I can only hope
feebly
as the herd shuffles
lifelessly onto the shuttles
glazed eyes guide
blank stares direct
to the water
in hopes that a soak
in the mana
the prana
sun
for a day
could turn the whole thing around.
"where do you want to eat today dear? red lobster has a lobster feast for 13.99..."
life is sitting in your lap,
all day
even extra days.
hard to see if it's buried under a napkin.
I still hope.