Pandemonium
Palimpsests of smoky cone-rolled pages charred black from the lead of hatred laced pencils,
Assemblages rewriting peaceful philosophies from behind the blindness of fire-flooded eyes;
Nourished underground rivers of stiff minds that hang coarse like dried laundry on the line,
Demolition derbies of personal agendas colliding like sticks of dynamite beneath a cool bath;
Endowed schools of thought mindlessly led back into troves of blood soaked barren lands,
Mellifluously singing the cash register's melody for drunken bankers and bankrupt diplomats;
Once upon a time our minds only pregnant think-boxes of shooting stars with no prison bars,
Now palpable petals wilting beneath the graffiti drenched petrichor that chokes our senses;
In years smarter tonic will pierce our hearts with the healing strike of medicine tipped darts,
Until that time we can work to smolder beneath the sun-kissed rituals of knowledge and love,
Making our futures bright and golden, leaving this pandemonium as history, for our children;
August 2, 2016
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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