PITS BETWEEN THE REELING
1
you get the idea
that the caramel apples
they sell in October
were dipped in July
and left to rot
on shelves of stores
why else so runny?
why else so soft?
2
these slip away
every one
so few leave documentation
so few a line in sand
this is one
but that voice too fades
wind across the dunes
erasing all recall
3
we ride
on strange beasts
never quite the same
yet linked somehow
by patterns we cannot see
systems of cohesion
which lead to common ends
though rarely our intent
4
too many wrongs
their shadows creeping
as brightness shifts
beneath our sight
all is darkness
behind facades
grasping, seething
lethal still
5
the others
have forgotten
or maybe sleep
they clutch delusion
and can not see
the gaping chaos
the vast abyss
of immanent demise
- Brendan Tripp
10/10/2000
Copyright © 2000 by Brendan Tripp
- BT
