"People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down" - The Doors
Through the eyes of the strange
are cosmos deranged...
the summer sun
is hollow and glum
glowing Fall leaves
herald snow
workmen at prayer
the wealthy and fair,
marvels of engineering
Kerouacian taxis blaring...
all is blue and wearing
valiant young soldiers at war
sacrificial at the fore...
robotic chaos to abhor.
to bleed so brave
what for?
for those
who've never truly known
comradeship, country, and home...
for those whose
ways are seen
as strange, illicit, obscene...
who have no share
of "amber waves"
nor much liberty
though not, NOT slaves
give us a clue;
what are "such knaves
as we to do
between heaven and earth"
death, sin and birth?
Comments
Blessing | November 15, 2011 - 23:43
This captures so much of what is going on this month, now - so encompassing. "As we to do?" - I guess like you, we first take notice and the rest follows ... Wanna tell you something, I've read so much about autumn on talers recently, things I've noticed but couldn't write. Where someone like you fills that breach. Hey ...