BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,
BTRIPP
btripp

Bleh ...

Well ... we finally got rid of the in-laws ... this holiday season is going on WAY too long (we still have my brother and his family coming in later this week). We pretty much ate all weekend, and everybody's feeling like crap. Big whoop for New Years Eve ... The Wife and The Girls were in bed by 9pm and I was editing some stuff for the new issue of The Terminal Journal ... looked up to see it was 11:59, turned on the TV, flipped through a few channels, and then went back to editing. Man, I miss drinking.

Anyway, had to get a poem done yesterday since it was such a cool date ... 01/01/01 ... but it's pretty on target on the shitty place I'm in these days. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!


                    HOPELESS STARTS AGAIN


                    almost for real
                    yet never quite
                    we are placed in illusion
                    strung within lies
                    a bitterness forms
                    from dealing with veils
                    these phantoms and mists'
                    illusive facades

                    how much rage,
                    how much loathing,
                    must come to bear
                    within these days?
                    I am awash
                    in dread and hatred
                    drowning in
                    this dire despair

                    we're set apart
                    as on an island
                    no clear paths
                    lead off from here
                    all vectors seem
                    to point to chaos
                    all headings mark
                    the killing days

                    despite the glimpse
                    of better vision
                    we can not hold
                    on to that state
                    despite the ache
                    for evolution
                    the will's too weak
                    to spark the drive

                    how to venture?
                    where to turn?
                    all things lie broken
                    all systems failed
                    we have nothing
                    left for building
                    just broken bits
                    held up with tape



                             - Brendan Tripp
                                01/01/2001

                    Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
 
 



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