Blue Morning

Taj Mahal perfect way to crank

it up, Corrina; since you left I've

been looking for hope in the trees,

love in the flowers, moments that

I want to remember; futility of lost

time, last chances, drive by in the

take out lane, evicted from belief,

all that's left of me stays wasted.

I've come to the conclusion it's

not my god damned planet...how

could it be? I've known real human

beings....many carried guns...most

have fled the organized chaos, or,

died with a needle jutting out their

arm...some surviving in the tamasha

superhumanly with hearts of gold,

but, over all, I'd rather be in situ.

It's not the planet I grew up on...

something went wrong, or, the

way things usually go when 

nobody's paying enough attention.

Entropy also means that humans

are starting to give up on

themselves now, not working for

the benefit of others or the whole,

grabbing as much as they can

while they still can...I didn't sign

up for this...or maybe I did.

Blue morning. One can dance to 

the blues...it's what kept so many

alive when they had nothing else.