Friday On Friday - "Insanity"

It’s gone... rooting and digging through the dust encrusted piles of pressed paper, like a shaking addict’s fingers through his own vomit, hoping to find one last undigested pill.

It’s lost... pretty, flowing words. A last living connection with dead memories, buried in the collapse of time.

It’s over... searching where there is no finding, again and again, repeating the insanity of what does not change.

It’s complete... unacceptable acceptance at the loss... of words, of control, of hope.  Yesterday is gone. Today is over. Tomorrow never promised.


So I write.

Copyright © 2011 Bill Friday

Friday On Friday - "Unlicensed... Poetic"

The bloody awful poet is back.

LOVE overcomes the changes we make

The wrongs that we do

And the chances we take

The wind and the rain and the hearts that we break

In the silence... of our voices.

HATE underscores the hits that we take

The fights that we lose

And the faith we forsake

The grey rolling fog through the souls that we take

In the silence... of our choices.

HOPE overrides the lines that we fake

The people we use

And then leave in our wake

The good that we don’t and the bad that we do

In the silence...

Copyright © 2011 Bill Friday