Anyway ... on that topic ... here's another lovely poem! I have only FOUR more to write this month (so I'm not too worried about making my target!) this month to reach 4,000 poems for the past 26 years (yeah, I know ... it would be tidier if it was 25 years, but I started counting from back in 1976 ... my first year of college ... and I got 1,000 done from 1976-1986, 1,000 done from 1987-1990, 1,000 done from 1991-1994, and now, with these next 4 poems, 1,000 done from 1995-2001) ... and, of course, ALL of these will eventually be featured over at http://i.am/btripp ("eventually" being probably a two-year span of editing them for the web!). Anyway ... here ya go ... today's spew:
WITHOUT A DAWN COMING
disappearing dreams
devolving in decay
with fractured faith,
broken belief,
and prayers which plummet
into vile putrescence;
this the state of spirit,
this the status of soul
no plans reach fruition
no intents attain ...
we patch and fill
where frames collapse,
we reel from blows
sucker-punching from the grey
we are stunned, shocked,
blasted from our center zone
every promise ever made
by the world at large
has been taken back
in bait-and-switch scams
the snickering cruelty
of the evil mundane
the perversion of spite
and off-handed abuse
and the masses sleep
and do not know
and in not knowing
see nothing of this
and mock, and ridicule,
belittling our pain,
discounting our anguish
and forever twisting blades
there is no waking
for the mass or me,
they slumber eternal
without glimmer of truth,
I am trapped in a nightmare
which churns without end
without a dawn coming
to allow me release
- Brendan Tripp
12/14/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
