20/20

she walks the sidewalk carefully so as not to crush any black ants

crawling under her feet 

she talks incessantly to nobody and drinks then wears ear plugs

just so she can sleep 

after seven days of being lonely she starts feeling weak and dreary

also a bit leery of everybody 

they are building a dam to keep out the damned it’s bedlam it’s

the new bethlehem 

way down in jerusalem they are flooding the streets in armies as

deep as the sea 

is it still perjury if you are only lying to yourself under oath, under

the mighty oak tree?

what we see isn’t always what it appears to be- it appears, apparently

that 20/20 means nothing

when our vision is clouded by judgement and our third eyes are blind

as a bat during daytime

we sleep and come alive during the night after night and plight after plight

we sure put up a helluva fight 

i am tossing and turning in these twisted sheets sweating and shivering

not even praying 

simply smiling and awaiting the great white light of the ending of my life

is imminent and inevitable

so i might as well drink this poison and get comfortable in preparation for

the end 

she is walking down the sidewalk alongside the tree lined street stopping

every time she sees a dry leaf

the crunching beneath her feet is soothing and the sound makes her remember

that one november with a feeling of relief

that cuts, if only momentarily, through the grief that rattles her teeth and chills

her bones down to the core

life is a movie filmed in color, life is a great show with no encore no matter how

loud the crowd applauds 

or roars for more than before the government is doing us in and it is quite 

a sad time to be alive and poor

but i suppose it beats being rich and six feet under 

the weather for what seems like forever 

isn’t as far away as it used to be