M.A.D ~ Philip Brent

Could it be
The time has come
To turn away
From danger
False gods
Snake oil sellers
Dream purveyors
Tall, dark strangers
Offering magic
Beans and rhymes
Promising the moon
Without regard
Bartering shares
Mythic bridges
Unicorns and
War porn, sex
Pain and death
Your last breath

Inhale, but
Never let it
Get out
Look through
Your eyelids
And shout
No end
No change
Everything, nothing
Different again
One try
Say hello, goodbye
Something special
Something dumb
Here’s hoping
You’re not the one
Could it be
We’ll never know