Tirade on soliloquy

We are rabid in one accord.
The pity plant of baseless comparisson,
the last warm colour among the shaded gray.
Ignorance, indifference, ambivalence, apathy and peace.
Peace in the lilies, the stillness of knowing
how many times justice is limited to a hair line fracture.

We are rabid, truly rotten in a dogged time.
We are pilots plotting our 9/11.
Towering dreams dripping in glue memoires of makeshift beliefs.
All this is chaff to the wind.
I still; wait for that moment after the flames roll away
in simple seductive silence.

Reviews

[Soapbox]

I love the way you use your words to tease the mind. "We are pilots plotting our own 9/11" amazing.

[Jonhoi Vaughn]

Your style is quiet and remarkable. I read this poem and i have to think. I am forced to leap into an involuntary moment where I stand in retrospect and awe. The thing about this piece is that it ranges from the abstract to something concrete and frighteningly real. You should publish. Just thought I'd slip that your way.