Barren Buffet
Cinema is not here
Music in tears
Literature fears
Dance unclear
Comedy in arrears
Night still in King Lears
We are Humpty Dumpty
Sitting in a stall
Like a pockmarked hall
Neighborhood mall
Muse on the run
Notes near a gun
Camera shattered by the sun
Inspiration over and done
Imagination a ridiculous pun
We a mutilated sum
Where are our hands?
In a shell counting strands
When will we die?
In the next moment
Devouring ham
How will our souls excel?
I don't know
Maybe ringing bells
Hearts in hell
Vanilla the air
Neutral stare
Alabaster glare
Emptiness over there
Wasteland bare
Hollow Hall
We walk in chains
Put there by vanity
Tightened by sanity
Loosened by humility
Strolling in a sea of commotion
Below the pollution
Inside the revolution
Limber the sensation
Striding between cracks
In our lack
Ribs in my sacral iliac
Squares on a chessboard
Sprinting away from the kind
The very bind between
Love and hate
Early and late
Soaring through stucco skies
With no reason why
Hollow in soul and lie
Rye and pie
Still as night
We abandon the fight
Flying a kite
Into this disturbing blight
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