TAOS - Menomena
"a great white light dawns across the
as we fawn over our failed traditions,
often kill to preserve them
or sometimes kill just to kill.
it doesn't seem to matter: the answers dangle just
out of reach,
out of hand, out of mind.
the leaders of the past were insufficient,
the leaders of the present are unprepared.
we curl up tightly in our beds at night and wait.
it is a waiting without hope, more like
a prayer for unmerited grace.
it all looks more and more like the same old
the actors are different but the plot's the same:
we should have known, watching our fathers.
we should have knwon, watching our mothers.
they did not know, they too were not prepared to
we were too naive to ignore their
and now we have embraced their
ignorance as our
we are them, multiplied.
we are their unpaid debts.
we are bankrupt
in money and
there are few exceptions, of course,
but these teeter on the
edge and will
at any moment
tumble down to join the rest
the raving, the battered, the blind and the sadly
a great white light dawns across the
the flowers open blindly in the stinking wind,
as grotesque and ultimately
our 21st century
struggles to be
something's knocking at the door by Charles Bukowski