still awaiting
the canonization of Henry Miller
& the boisterous confirmation
of the simple joy of life
and I’m feeling alienated
as the days go by
and meaningless tasks
present themselves to me.
Tedium ad nauseum
but my Latin won’t cut it
and the hopes slip away
in spite my desperate grasp
The threats of war
and the horror of terrorists
but also the demise of the dream;
the quickly enabled erosion
of the rights and liberties—
the pawns are moved
to the front lines
quickly slaughtered
in dirty political games