The Way of Things
Sitting in
An isolated room
With the scream of insanity
Put on his tongue,
Knowing the knowledge
That put him there.
A twinkle in the eye,
Backed by an intelligent mind
With a warped sense
Of humor.
But,
It is the way of things.
Standing on
A lonely street corner
Holding onto a lifeless
Cat.
Tears flow into the
Sidewalk of frustration.
Little blue eyes
Covered with long, blonde hair
Gaze into the
Carbon Monoxide
World.
But,
It is the way of things.
Thrown into
A cold, dark alley,
Left there to
Pass away into
Nothingness.
The dulled, silent eyes
Slowly closing
About this world
He believed in.
But,
It is the way of things.
Running across
A cool, clean field of
The forest floor.
Chasing after
The elusive rainbow.
With the wink
Of an eye
She has caught
The colored ribbon,
Proving there is
Gold in the magnitude
And massiveness of
Blackness.
And that,
Is the way of things.
Legion
(circa 1985)