a journey of awareness
IntersticesCall it a white hazeThat appears on the horizon,Taking neither this nor that side --Beyond the contagionOf what touches the heartOr transforms the mind.Within the eye of a needle,A dented tin cup rattles Broken teeth and smiles.Relentlessly screaming to be fed,The collective hive swarmsAround the honey.Enough is never enough. A generationRefuses to explain what they wantAnd detonate the golden ring.[Disposable Poem November 11, 2011]Dr. Mike
Interstices
ReplyDeleteCall it a white haze
That appears on the horizon,
Taking neither this nor that side --
Beyond the contagion
Of what touches the heart
Or transforms the mind.
Within the eye of a needle,
A dented tin cup rattles
Broken teeth and smiles.
Relentlessly screaming to be fed,
The collective hive swarms
Around the honey.
Enough is never enough. A generation
Refuses to explain what they want
And detonate the golden ring.
[Disposable Poem November 11, 2011]
Dr. Mike