Blind and Self-Centered
Taker takes and takes and takes
occasionally gives a nod but not very often
too bloated and bilous to see through
the steam of seeping hypocrisy.
Forlorn and alone inside the canyons of a soul
carved out over years walking in self-deception
A self-righteous determination to believe in
the perceptions and propaganda de la Familia.
Perfume this blindness and the stink of fecal matter
and rotting garbage and sewer sweat is the result
Wall it up and the unenviable task of mapping
this dark geography would take eons to deliver
Contagious blindness, the sweet relief of illusion
of self-delusion that the path least traveled is
the road to Perdition and limestone burning
of tortured dreams and pokings by weaponed demons
When the beauty of the real truth is so deeply
buried away as to be some minor, invasive twitch
occasionally felt during fictionalized dramatic moments
There are only years of waste and regret ahead.
