THEY WERE LITTERING THE ROAD

Antiquated peals of laughter of the modern times

Saw

Shameless woodpeckers pecking at ramshackle furniture

Made

Of wood of quality 
That

Was losing its old shine.

Little dim lights were fading unto dusk;

The blinds had been forgotten

The coffee was spilt

And the rain was caustic.

“If the doors of perception.....”

Went on limitlessly in a

Distracted mind:

A deadly war of the mind—

A hundred dead soldiers,

Villages lying still with napalm,

And thundering copters spraying

Phosgene

Into a deathless country.

It’s just the mind.

Skeletal fragments

Like

Wet Puppets

Were dancing to the tune

Of

Their master;

A leg came off,

Then a head came off.

O it’s just the mind!

You were lost in the dates

Of your lost past—

A small swollen face greeted you

From behind the mirror;

Waiting to wail.

You didn’t smile.

It meant nothing to you.

They were littering the road.

They

Were

Ignorant.

From face to face,

From smile to smile,

From frown to frown,

From neglect to neglect,

From dawn to dusk.

You saw emotionless sights.

You were unaffected.

When you were waiting to

Laugh,

You thought you shouldn’t interact.

You didn’t care—

You just didn’t care.


COURTESY (Line 14): William Blake: "If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite."