smack me dammit till i wake up
i walked the street
in the neighborhood
i looked in the windows
and they were empty
sure, there were bodies
i called to them
and all i heard
was my own voice
reverberating
within the empty chambers
where souls once lived
there was furniture
with imprints in the seats
where spirits once sat
and laughed
together
the walls were that dirty old City grey
like the Bus Stations
polluted
colluded
by deluded reflections
for i saw myself
like the ghost town
our neighborhoods became
i too was cold
and quickly approaching
the gates where one could not pass
holding on too the ass of compassion
but i held on any way
the alleys
where we kids used to take shortcuts through
were empty
no place to hide
or surprise each other
for who wanted to play anymore
everything
i mean everything
was now too serious
and seriously
the ominous clouds of life
were becoming much too much
did i say that before ?
much too much
well that is what it is
people had let go
taking care of business
was the new flow
of the people you know
“SEE ME”
yeah right
i looked in
and i saw emptiness
i don’t know
what i was expecting
sunshine perhaps
finger snaps
hand claps
cause i was in town
something inside me laughs
at the self effacing metaphor life presents
or should i say forces upon us
with our blind consent ?
and i laugh again
for i am much too familiar
with my own sarcasm
which has now filled this void
this chasm
where i used to be warm
so in my disconnected purveyance
i took a chance
and hollered
i screamed
and there was silence
for no one
i mean no one
heard my voice
that of the lost
who walk our streets
smack me dammit till i wake up
(c) 7 January 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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