THE SAD BARBARIAN

 

I saw that sideways glance

Punching the numbers; killing time.

So, you know it won’t last.

“It lights up at nothing”             & 

“I’ll tell you when it’s going to rain”.

The ghost of Robin Williams floats;

in through the speakers almost nothing but a smile

Remember the film is ‘Jack’; directed by Coppolla. 

A squirrel eating a fig by the side of the pond

Primitive percussion; the rhythm of rituals

Midlife revival encomium paused horizontal

Energetic bliss memorial ice cream coned 

Blizzard walk tough going it’s the summer solution

Soluble if and when rebate back date

When and if the system will be up again.

Meantime here this pillage spools keep it lean

Plunge and purge against the howling wraiths

Deep sea fishing for tit bits scraps anything that sparks growth.

Squalid meandering guitar solo’s sprout from the earth

Distorted morality at its lowest ebb. Log on for another day/night.

Your feelings are hurt. You feel the weight of inequality; it has rendered you inert. The Angry Brigade from across the street keep us awake; the sad barbarian wanders home from the pub. Disconsolately kicking a can and wondering when it all went wrong. That tombstone will soon be yours he thinks. Failed psycho-geographer

 too paranoid to walk the streets.