This
Space
This
poor wretched garden of
humans,
smoldering in the ashes of
human
decency, is warped into a
malformed
enigmatic space decayed
by
a mind sated with inane thoughts
emerging
from of an enormous
overgrown
ego.
I
try to calm my mind from the torn
pages
of unreality, as decisions
become
more abstruse each day, but
the
deformed tweets continue to
slowly
seep into my aching brain,
which
I attempt to ignore, without
success.
While
devouring the toxic
atmosphere
filled with arrogant
platitudes
in the middle
of
angst, I sigh as the aftershocks
of
banality open the wounds of
ignorance
with a visceral grunt,
and
my mind continues to ache.
James
Piatt
James, has had several of his poems nominated for both pushcart and best of web awards, and many were published in the past four “The 100 Best Poems Anthologies.” He has had three collections of poetry, “The Silent Pond,” (2012), “Ancient Rhythms,” (2014), and “Light” (2016), four novels, over 1,100 poems in over 150 magazines and anthologies, and 35 short stories, published. His fourth collection of poetry, is scheduled for release this year. He earned his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, and his doctorate from BYU.
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