desperately we seek

some meaning

to the routine

jump the hoops

play our cards

hoping for reason

justice

in what often

appears only as madness

praying to whatever god

might listen

like hyperactive school kids

a myriad questions

ready to ask our creator

 

and yet grudges

running so deep

so long

amongst ourselves

as a species

why would anyone

or anything

want to save us?

better left unthreatening

to this backwash

of galaxy

 

the answer’s simple

there’s no need

to be negative

how gentle

kind

and loving

we all can be

when things

are going right

 

been talk before

of second comings

or even better

first ones

but every time

the date arrives

we’re only left

with letdown

and back

to the collective

hamster wheel

we go marching

 

the more technical

we become

ever more powerful

gods to ourselves

though also ever deeper

into the pit

of unhappiness

and loneliness

we descend

 

as talk rises again

of the latest arrival

we’re given a question

of multiple choice

the correct answer of which

there is no alternative

but to wait

whilst we continue

this dance

of quiet desperation

and heave

our stomachs’ contents

at the possibility

the tune

may never change

 

will Quetzalcoatl

truly deliver us from

this obscene

comedy of errors?

or propel us

ever further into

the maw of sin?

though if experience

serves us correct

more likely as before

be just another

no show

 

 

© 2006 Chris Sorrenti
bottom artwork © Enrique Romero