WE STINK WITHIN STASIS
unable to gauge
what passes through time
unable to place
events in the stream
all lines simultaneous
all markers unset
all swirling and churning
in kaleidoscope twists
we try to divide
we try to align
but all separations
ooze back to the whirl
and all points of reference
blur under the flow
leaving us nothing
for judgement or act
so many doubts form
on too many fronts
we can't justify
what others believe
too much dissonance
between the words and the deeds
to many dark shadows
on unlikely planes
no connections
with expectations
no synch with intent
all is a tumble
a misstep on the stairs
leading us downward
into confusion and pain
humiliation and shame
now is the doldrums
without focus or goal
we stink within stasis
more rotten each day
all vectors putrescent
all visions but dreams
we wait out a sentence
which may never end
- Brendan Tripp
07/24/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp