november 1
by rcribay
sober morning sun
illumines the recycling bin:
a robot’s torso.
life at one’s leisure
is a solitary achievement
a lonely achievement
but one must sacrifice such
things for freedom
but one must sacrifice those
things in name of honor
and all the things accompanying
those company
those company
that drive you wild, wild
wild wild,
wild with anger and distain
but on this beautiful day
but on this beautiful evening
i will cut the strings that
bind my soul and keep me bonded
i will get to the bottom
bottom
bottom
bottom
bottom of this entire thing.
the light came
he left the house
creaks and leaks following him
scared to her eye balls,
his wife pinned a halo on his hair
hoping to turn him into a better man
the run down city leapt through him
he flew away over the old railroad tracks
thinking, “am I right, am I alright?”
For all the times you
couldn’t stand the barking,
some night you wish
you could hear that old dog bark
one more time
