8/14/10

The Doom For The Dumb

hardly a day goes by
that laughter does not win
the irony is too real
or, perhaps, not real

in late summer heat
we all boil a little
tolerance of much
becomes hard to tolerate

the paved hill was steep
we walked, balancing
a book i read the other day
claimed balance as another sense

we took the easy way out
frustrations left to thumbs
preoccupied and restless
the doom for the dumb

The Cuckoo's Nest

  The loopy, the droopy, the sad, the mad.   The unfortunate brains, stained and in flames.   With no hope, just mope, no laugh at a good jo...