Abyss

Why don't you pull yourself up
So your sad
so is everyone else
from time to time

Damn Damn Damn
This is not a mood
not a sin
not a choice

i follow myself falling into a dark abyss
beaconing me with her smile
a promise of peace

falling ever deeper
solitude--darkness
am i complete?
am i finally finished?
no worries
no pain

no

she mocks me like all the others
i fall through
an all i find is myself
and i dreg the bottom of this
cesspool  we call a world

trying to find the fragments of my life

and i go on

because there is no other choice
as the grass in the cracks of the sidwaks
and the faded bricks of the walls survive
because they have no choice.

tfdjr 8/20/02

Styrofoam® Garden

Styrofoam® sown as a crop in a garden
under the warm gentle breeze of spring.
What kind of crop will it bring?

Styrofoam® sown as a crop in a garden
with paper cups added for mulch.
Under hard summer rain the cups melt away
but the styrofoam® still remains.

Styrofoam® sown as a crop in a garden
under a mocking moon,
Harvest what? Cups, plates and such?
This will remain a millennia or two.

Styrofoam® sown as a crop in a garden
frozen hard to the ground.
The barren tree weeps for the grass buried deep
will suffocate and die.

The moon and the tree
wonder why we cannot see
this crop will never come in.

tfdjr 12/27/01