July 23, 2010

pray!

we watch
as you disappear
again and again
just when
it is time to bleed.

give us blood.
give us shit.
anything
to quench
want
want
want
want
want
want.

retirement.

the slow decay of sleep surrounds
and the wind tears at the exterior of the beast
one can only hope for a violent win
surprise ending
spectacular loss.

but in all likelyhood, there is just this.
content
comfortable
complacent
old fools.
diddling along the seashore,
grinning.