OD

A collage of good intentions
that drown in plastic wading pools
Vanish ambition that mingles
with the smoke of the factories

A tournefortia, tangled anthology
for all those unspeakable crimes
We simply refuse to see

Fearful eyes watch silently
as twists in the darkness
Kill their last hopes of stability

Children cruise in broken cars
Believing they have found the cause
Older men drift listlessly
into the air of inequities

The sun pricks its annoying presence
through the shades
Forcing us to realize it’s another day

Outside in the murky blackness
the world lies in shambles

A mixture of wars, haste and waste
Chaos ruled by madness

I drift back into the warmth
and understanding of a drug induced haze

Their faces no longer bother me

Life itself would be impossible
without the use of chemistry

Purple and orange is the sky
as I sing a quiet lullaby

I can hear them now...
“He didn’t mean to die.
He loved this world.
He just somehow, accidentally
took a little more than was prescribed”

Just like the rest
my final act
will be a lie