Mirror Smoke

Mirror Smoke This is one of those miserably sodden days of sinus congestion Forcing my writing soul back against the wall to unleash itself to speak out against senseless multiplication In that timeless frustration of controlled freedom We of the twenty first century call the rat race Swept along in the floes and flows of like minded souls As each struggles to assert itself before spinning Once again into the maelstrom of suburban self esteem and dogmatted dignity The age of the big commute is winding to a close Grinding into the sands of time As people realize there’s nowhere left to run No little piece of heaven away from madding hordes Education has dashed itself to pieces on the stoned walls of liberalism Pieces of books on Shakespeare, endless pieces of books on Shakespeare Spin away in the current of present racing day Did no one listen? Could no one read between the lines? Where is the Nostre Damus of today to wave his upright lance? laughing at this cruel cosmic joke Methinks man doth multiply trying to unravel mirrored sunlight Beget and begorrah Can this be the lost and severed strand of hope Swirling in the twisting dashing waves of time? To sleep Perchance to dream alas poor Yoric enthroned in the hearts of kings To go a kinging in the ages of Darkness Riding the T to Where?