Status 2011 (Ten Years On)

 

Shocked and wild we ran

in drug fueled rage

from days when

planes rained upon

us and

kings toppled

to dashed dreams

and foiled schemes

of presidents and merchants.

 

Sleepless with skin rash

and full of vomit,

we nulled and numbed

nameless unexpected

feelings with liquid courage

on battlefields and

in bedrooms.

 

Silent never and seeking quiet

we rushed away the present

and are living in the future

now, dead along with it

but walking, nowhere

finding the time we killed

stuck forever with angry

twisted faces in a heart attack

that will never end.