Monday, June 30, 2008

DIDN'T CARE

SUNDAY SELECTIONS ON
THE GRAY GRAVEL IN
FRONT OF MY PORCH.
TWO MEN WITH LONG
BEARDS GET IN THEIR
SMALL CAR IN FRONT OF
THE CHURCH AND TAKE A SIP
OF SOMETHING OUT OF A BOTTLE.
THEY SMILE, STROKE THEIR BEARDS
AND KICK THEIR CAR INTO 2ND GEAR.
AS THEY PULL OUT OF THEIR PARKING
LOT A COUPLE WITH A BOOM BOX
SKIP ALONG TO A RHYTHMS WHICH
CONSIST OF WORDS LIKE "WHORE"
AND
"SLUT".
I NOD MY HEAD TO THE MUSIC
AND TAKE A SIP OF MY BRANDY
OUT OF MY FLASK
AND LOOK UP TO THE SKY
WITH DIRTY CLOUDS.
FIRES HAVE BEEN
GOING ON SINCE
LAST WEEK AND WHEN
I TOOK THE SUBWAY TO THE
BASEBALL GAME YESTERDAY
I SAW THE FUTURE
IN A HORRID SCENE OF METAL
MACHINES AND A HAZY SKY
FILLED WITH BLURRY DREAMS
AND A HOPE FOR SOMETHING BETTER
THAT WON'T COME IN THIS
LIFETIME.

2 comments:

Lisa Ladehoff said...

i like this a lot and were you thinking of the sky? i think so.

Justin Rands said...

eh , kinda. i was drunk. images from the past few days sputtered out.