I want to see the clash of the classes
The dichotomy between the debutantes and the downtrodden
wallow in the welfare
scream at those who don't care
soak up society
revel in the rivalry
step on the suited
smile at the smart
vilify the antagonists
snore at the soporifics
bleed in the gutter
be saved by another
turn out the lights
smile at the night
experience the extremes
of a midnight's dream
By Robert McDermott
Spring tide
pounding against
a rocky relationship
between the
new moon and
earth’s pie in the sky.
On an island
of one’s own making
in the mind —
like a whirlpool
when imagination
slips away
on a one-way
ticket to disaster —
no peace to find.
Stonewalling
rest with stress
and anxiety.
No sleep
on a tidal bore
without soporifics
in a
midnight typhoon
pawning fantasy.
by Berteena
Harmony of the Soul
February 3, 2019