Unexamined Lives

gray0328

 

the clock speaks louder than souls do  

lost between cocktails and leaky pipes  

we stagger into jobs, clutching hours  

chasing a fading piece of bread.  

 

the wise-man's corner sits empty now—  

he moved when we plastered neon signs  

and began looking for God in mirrors  

where only smudges and ghosts reply.  

 

what fools demand is always out there,  

a gleaming horizon to nowhere special,  

but the wise know: death sits quietly,  

smoking cigarettes, watching the show.  

 

the unexamined life, they’ll tell you,  

is cheap rent in an endless eviction  

and each day we pay with silence,  

pretending the cracks don't exist.

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  • sorenbarrett

    This one was brilliant a Dillon type style to this poem (Bob not Thomas) It has such wonderful metaphoric associations and allegorical allegations. A poem that one has to think about to enjoy fully. A definite fave my friend

    • gray0328

      Thanks Soren my friend I appreciate your feedback

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome Gray

      • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

        A great write much enjoyed

      • Paul Bell

        Yes, welcome to the new world where you'll never retire, and the graveyards are full up.
        Bound to be some politician who will change it though.

        • gray0328

          Thanks for sharing your feedback Paul I appreciate it

        • NafisaSB

          you have raised some issues here that demand a response - but will it come, or will we just keep fooling ourselves

        • Eugene S.

          Awesome! Understand the sentiment fully!



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