Originally posted on 2/17/2011.
At night, one can drive
for hours, listening
to televisions
as they mask the weeping.
Here, the people abide by
one strict rule of conduct:
“Do what you like,
but do not show your work.”
The only media
allowed for art
are C4 and artificial sweeteners;
the fabric of life is therefore
primarily explosions
and cloying aftertaste.
Now and then a child grows up
and breaks free.
Most of them
come back eventually.
The ones who do not
remain a mystery
to the inhabitants,
even if they become famous.

June 5th, 2014 at 11:11 am
This hits very close to home. Ouch! But it does need saying and I thank you.
June 5th, 2014 at 2:48 pm
You are welcome.