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This Fist

Swinging bulb
bright glare off the ceiling
like a surgical light
onto the

phone that never rings
always a voice
but never a connection, carries

empty static
masked by a tv set glowing
looked at but never watched
inanity of reality shows
and travel/food/gossip

mingle with mindless chatter
from friends with nothing to say
talk at me
know that
interaction is lost

and the hypocrisy of it all
bears down into this
breathing space so that I can
barely

write this
and neglect to make my point
because it's all worthless

I believe nothing
means
anything anymore

this is my only certainty
the only sanity I can
grasp

and you wonder about this fist
at my side?

Author notes

Optimism is pointless. If I only expect the negatives, everything is a bonus.
Written January 28th, 2005

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  • silica silver member
    January 28, 2005
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    And avoid love for fear of getting hurt… and live in a cave in case the sky should fall… you can but pain is part of living – the trough of the wave that crests in ecstasy. The main problem is that by dodging the one you miss the other! Better to live life full throttle and scare the hell out of the meter maids!