Maybe thing’s aren’t always hopeless
But it’s the days like this that make it hard to focus
And it’s the stamps like THIS that label me a culprit
Powdered Madness by the pulpit
Sour sadness and blackened rope-lift
Nightmare beneath hair, I live it
Vivid and precise, as nice as ice is
Tomatoes are diced and livid in accord to the price bid
Solid stock stalks the ark which embarks in the dark
Desolate martyr, a monster’s charter is marked
Response remarks on chart
Open ocean, seldom spoken and floating with sharks
Swim and surf and dim is turf
The fields are hurt
They are grim when chances to win are slim
Still the payment is biodiverse
Dues anew, letter and form
Me, misinformed and never reimbursed
Visions of pine tugged at hearse
Nothing is fine, I tell you
As life goes, life can only get worse
Something of mine, felled at purse
And for me, promise is opaque and buried in dirt
At what cost?
What was it all worth?
buckwheatsrisk
September 21, 2012 at 6:29 pm
the poem rocks but hang in there is hope!
thatdudeeddie
September 21, 2012 at 6:30 pm
Of course!
This is an older poem, though. I needed to post something 
buckwheatsrisk
September 21, 2012 at 6:31 pm
good!
Diane
September 22, 2012 at 4:45 am
Melancholy and downbeat, good but quite solemn.
Claire O'Brien
September 23, 2012 at 5:33 am
This poem doesn’t need an explanation, and I sure hope it’s not hanging in there, waiting to disappear. It’s extremely powerful, and stands completely on its own,a fully legitimate expression. In fact, this poem is quite extraordinary (Thank goodness for us that you needed to post something, eh?
No disrespect at all to your reader, and I hope you’ll take this in the spirit offered.
Just – never back off from a poem like this one – you’ll cut off its oxygn. Let it be what it is – an act of strength someone might not recognize if you hang the “Hey, hang in there, I don’t actually live here” signs on its door.
Well, I see I’ve given a speech – I’m just an old punk with a big mouth, and your stuff knocks me out, That Dude Eddie. I’ll keep future comments short, I promise.
P.S. Thanks so much for following me. Right now, my blog is having a political identity crisis, but art will find its way back there soon.