POINTLESS
We were looking at the soft lights
Flickering from the loft lights
In the apartment across the way
Sleep darted around, evading us
Morning sunlight was fading us
Sun coming up across the bay
But what were we to do with time
Between us not one thin dime
No motivation, no words to say...
Raindrops sparkling like chandeliers
Firing missiles from bandoleers
In a caricature of volley fray
We seemed transfixed and frozen
In a quandary, pathway unchosen
Unmolded bits of primordial clay
Was there a need for us to arise
To see what industriousness buys
When skies are cold, dripping grey
If food were not of urgent need
Causing an insurgent greed
We would relax and we would stay
We didn't want the rain to clear
'Cause now we have to leave from here
And start another pointless day....
July 22, 2012
Vote for this poem
Please Comment On This Poem
|
|
|
|
|
pupwee |
|
|
|