The Center of the Universe Again

Amid the foliage and BrownsOf life’s ups and downs

Past the vibrancy

Of yesterday’s toil
In vacant bar rooms,

In absent minds

Like the heroes of a

forgotten cause—

the lost generation
Listlessly muttering by-gone

Aspirations for the new age;

which, fled like the living

Escaping their end
They ring, talking, sparkling—

saying over and over “This time we’ve

really found Something!”
It’s all bleak, loud; it’s all miserable!

For every nail in the structure ,

The weaker—the weaker we all become like the beaches of erosion
The Universe must know we don’t know

a damned Thing
And still, we wander aimlessly like speech

crossed in a stupor

What are we all

Waiting for, you might ask…
to be entertained, but none of us are

amused
The light of days hits us like

A strike of ethereal force

But the winds of change brush us

off the course
Just drifters in the night

Always waiting for something

To make us feel—

To allows us to feel the feeling of feeling

real!
In all reality, to be here, now

Is to smile in the face of

Encumbering fear

I am afraid; I am afraid I am

alone

On a planet of billions
We’re all loud and sad

Screaming at the stars which cloud

And mask the thorns of beauty

It’s a lie like we are free on

Fourth of July
I’ve heard this feeling

Being expressed aloud

By the coward in the brush

The coward of the Crowd
Though, he know not what he sang

From inside,

Of that which rang

Like the telephone…

Belting, belting, belting
“This time we have found Something!”
Alas, the day has passed when

The wars were fought,

Crooks caught, when freedom

Was surely sought
The animosity lays thick, like

The coating of encumbering

Smog, which silently sways

Between the towers

Choking us at our final

Hour
Nightmares are realities;

And freedom is an illusion
It is the noise

Of our entire lives
The belligerent youth

Doesn’t understand

But I’ve heard it

At soirées, dinner parties

the like
Ever since the towers

Came crashing to the ground

The chimes of freedom no longer

Made a sound
The jokes of today elicit

A frown

Or another round
I stepped back, and

Turned my cheek;

It’ll never be found—

Discovered when the universe

Eats the sun, and we explode

Into the unconscious formula

Of everything, where we by now know

Nothing again,

But
We are the ambivalent center of

The Universe once more.

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