awake is sand
by David X. Hugo
everywhere i go i hear people talkin’ bout themselves
so very short of content but they got alot to sell
they say “every day’s a torment i am in a living hell”
and the rooms they fill with dust
at the mall the body-paint stores are packed
they got the lacquer for the skin of the stars
they got the happenin’ boats and the cars
got easy ways to talk about yourself when its hard
sometimes i see my friends there
they all make me want to go back to sleep
thanks for the poem.
I read this one on Faecbuk earlier.
I knew it was you, even though it doesn’t seem like one of yours.
Well played.
Excellent, this is excellent. The title is great too.
everywhere i go i hear people talkin’ bout themselves
so very short of content but they got alot to sell
- this is facebook, twitter, the world.now google buzz… haha… i’m such a part of the machine.
Thanks guys.
Real good poetry all ’round.