Oh, yeah ... a poem. Wrote this yesterday ... making it 13 poems for the month ... not bad, considering I'd been doing 3-7 poems a month since I started back up. I should have no problem reaching 100 poems for the year if I can keep tihs up. There is a part of me that would LIKE to get back to writing 20-21 pieces a month and having 250 poems to show for it at the end of the year, but I don't want to get into a position of PUSHING myself to write just to meet quotas. After all, it's not like I'm getting PAID for these.
ONLY WEAKEST LINKS
fortuitous structure
still a lie
all the acts
like running dreams
endless striving
without result
pointless effort
going nowhere
the layers of purpose
slide against intent
not enough hours
to achieve our goals
not enough focus
to approach our aims
not enough time left
to avoid destruction
other voices
speak within
we lose control
on even this
unable to
direct our world
unable to
redeem ourselves
the scent of doom
pervasive now
hanging in the air
tainting every form
more looming than
the stench of death
more filled
with lethal promise
the cycle drift
is maelstrom now
dragging universes
into its downflow
all elements are poisoned here
all functions are corrupt
we are left without resource
stuck in devastation zones
- Brendan Tripp
03/30/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
