Pigeons… playing ping pong?
The Sun, scattered, broken to pieces;
The light shines through, unimpeded.
The emptiness receded, depleted,
Ruminating on a lost cause…
Why- it changes the tenor of things,
And brings about recognition,
This condition of fallen, fractured,
Asleep to the yawning gaps
Of humanity…
Society lives not behind these walls,
Though the many shades of grey.
Throughout, the resignation, defeat
served up three times a day.
No way to live, the walking dead
Trudge on; single file, heads
Down, hearts asleep…
And yet the light outside keeps
Shining through, reaps
Grim appreciation-
A reminder of tomorrow…
2011-04-01 - Pigeons Playing Ping Pong @ The 8x10 Club by Jordan August Photography on Flickr.
From my show Friday night at the 8x10 in Baltimore. I had a great time! Thanks Jordan August for the awesome photos [www.JordanAugust.com + facebook.com/pigeonsplayingpingpong]
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