It wills faceless principles <br />For the appeasement of whom <br />We wish sometimes we didn't know <br />The shallow deluge reaps <br />Happy means, thorns <br />And righteousness bundled <br />Snug in a wrap <br />Ready to serve beyond <br />Apprehension and reinvention <br />The ornery masses <br />I in mid-pack alignment, soothed <br />They are now allowed to scorn <br />Who they choose <br />Without retribution <br />Accounted for or scored upon <br />This day will stand <br />Among them <br />Among them all <br />For the moments share potential <br />And the empty destinies <br />We plan for the trip ahead <br />Now recline to the music <br />Of the day's splendor <br />The tingling millisomethings <br />Eager to mule for the chance <br />At the big time <br />Toil mule toil <br />Knowing the sinister mendings <br />Of your glorified unintentions <br />Will glow unabashedly <br />For all to rise up in furor <br />The care cannot persist <br />For lords and laws <br />Always see things <br />In unscrupulous ways <br />Those darned nether-enders <br />Of fictitious regard towards <br />Descendants not their own <br />Don't they know the finale <br />Brings oral brilliance <br />To trump the future <br />And all muddying the nascent present <br />In the angelic reserve <br />In the ideal that circumstances <br />Imagined and post-facto <br />Will tarry all <br />To relinquish <br />Time enough to breathe. <br /> <br />(10/26/07, Campton Place Hotel bar, Union Square, San Francisco, CA)<br /><br />Suburban Lovechild<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breathe-121/
