Sunday, August 19, 2012

Snapshot

“The planet is fine. The people are fucked.”
                                            ---George Carlin


Leather sandals, plastic heels, flip-flops,
sneakers, boots and beads and tassels 
tagging along the used-to-be Third World sidewalk.
Vehicle mountains racing a beggar's footsteps
who wears the same coat every day
until it rots off his shoulders
and longer.
On the other side
here comes New-Age bullshit where
Authentic-my-Ass robes cover up
forgotten hygiene,
preaching love and peace.

Acceptance leaves me alone
with a cup of decaf
noticing there are no rainbows in
the grey sky, yet butterflies
don't seem to mind
mating on random petals
of short-lived joy.

Cheers to a long life ahead!
Cheers to our flaws and call it
self-acceptance.

Cheers to growth — because surely
Cannabis wanted to become
an excuse for happiness
for the Holy-Grailing End-of-The-Rainbow seekers.

Cars and people keep passing,
food's being served.
We eat, we talk
we fuck life's muse in a labyrinth
with no second-floor access.