Monday, April 04, 2005

Inarticulate Scream

Looking forward
Mist obscures the horizon
Sweat beads beneath the brim
Of my major league sports cap

Looking backward
In the rear view mirror
The insidious evil is clear
In the smell of corporate body wash

Looking inward
A nauseas vortex spins
Erupting as an inarticulate scream
Ignored by my gaming console

Looking upward
The talking heads deny everything
My experience is not confirmed by
24-hour news channels

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