Poem -

Empty means empty

Empty means empty

It was the first day since he could remember any day
 
that he was without a phone
 
he had left the house alone
 
when no one else was home
 
the keys inside
 
he tried and tried
 
but his belly cried
 
So he walked the block
 
still in shock
 
void of rock
 
no muffs to hear heart beat
 
just his feet
 
along the street
 
A traffic scene
 
like a washing machine
 
interrupted his dreams
 
Oh how grey
 
was that day
 
It was not ok
 
Empty of song
 
something was wrong
 
as he pattered along
 
As he sat in a diner
 
to feel something finer
 
it did not get kinder
 
on vinyl table
 
watching cable
 
dawned the fable
 
that was his
 
He popped his fizz
 
and took count of the bis
 
of conformity
 
pondered the enormity
 
of no surity
 
Plastic strips rippled at the door
 
Rubber tiles lined the floor
 
The only sound, the football score
 
Images of water he could not drink
 
Chemicals pouring down the sink
 
"Is this life?" he began to think
 
No soil, nor plants
 
Where were the ants
 
a clinical world lacking substance
 
How could he eat without money
 
The magnitude wasn't funny
 
a world with no bees lacks honey
 
and veggies and fruits
 
A grand regime loots
 
withholding two hoots
 
No one cares
 
they've got the glares
 
without bewares
 
complicity
 
duplicity
 
multiplicity
 
Global village
 
has been a pillage
 
of nature's visage
 
What is left
 
after this theft
 
but a cleft
 
A void
 
one can't avoid
 
upon an asteroid destroyed
 
Bones piled up
 
Bird-souls flown up
 
Just an empty cup
 
No more colour or sound
 
once the screen hits the ground
 
all life has been drowned
 
They've cemented over
 
every blade and clover
 
Nowhere to pull over
 
The fast lane
 
has driven all insane
 
devoured every brain
 
While life passes by
 
under a browning sky
 
and people laugh instead of cry
 
So he walked the block
 
still in shock
 
void of rock
 
no muffs to hear heart beat
 
just his feet
 
along the street

 
 
 
 

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