soft grumbles

One day I will just quit
and make it all go away.

No more chasing sirens
snaking my way
on busy streets.
No more sweating inside hot
congested trains, or waiting
for fully packed buses on dangerous,
dark corners.

One day I will just quit
and make them go away.

No more overly active teenagers
hooting and shouting for no apparent
reason. No more lazy, disrespectful
students to make my head boil with their
insolence.

One day I will just quit
and make them go away.

But...

No more birds chirping
lovely tunes as I smell the flowers
kissed by morning dew.
No more sweet smiles
to greet me in the morning.
No more hearty breakfasts
prepared especially for me.
No more tight embrace and warm kisses
when I bid you goodbye.

No more?

Ah, I will just have to wait
until I am no more.

rolly

Browned by the summer’s heat,
this once viridescent land is dry.
Blades of grass lie motionless.
Leaves as brittle as glass
cling to thirsty branches.
Nary a cloud drifts
through the sky.

Land feels like the devil’s furnace.
It has become a cesspool
infested with gnats and rats.

Then the rains come.
It pours and pours
until the land can hold no more.
Desert becomes a sea
of brown mud, thick like spoiled chocolate
drowning everything in its path.
And so it is every year.

We were promised Eden
But we were discontented,
tried to turn nature into what pleased us.
This droll irony we brought upon ourselves
thinking we are mightier than the mighty
is taking it’s toll.

Remonstrance is not an option
to those who caused the ignominy.
No magician’s sleight of hand is applicable.
We do not need illusions when faced
with real adversity. We wait hoping
we do not perish this time.

rolly