June 17, 2012
Would someone please set the temperature right?
The heat of the melting tar on the road, The heat of the angry sun, The heat of the obnoxious fumes Of modern cities, The heat of frustrations Accumulated by solitary living In one-two-three room cells, The heat of over-heated egos – Heated by being tossed too frequently Between success and failure, The heat of anger and hatred and greed and lust – The meltdown is upon us. The shivering cold soul left to die alone, The silvery cold moon ignored and forgotten, And your cold stares Not of hatred, but of indifference, And the cold dark lonely corners Of the modern plush apartments, And the cold logic of success, And the cold calculations of selfishness, And the absence-of-warmth cold Of acquaintances, The death-wish, corpse-cold hopelessness Of the everlasting night is upon us. Would someone please Set the temperature right Once again, with a smile, With a kiss, With a song, With a meaningless gesture Of recognition? ***