Karma Collisions

the empty hour
turning sour
go glower
in prison tower
it’s now or
sever the clever
don’t matter whatever
confess this mess
throw out the haze
the daze
of this maze
fill the page
full of rage
you find it sage?
to wit that writ
admit bullshit
if we we bleed
we seed
the need
do the deed
never heed
the read
it’s greed
chicken feed
no center of gravity
within our depravity
kick back the flack
our brains they hack
it’s worse than crack
drop dead
from dread of red
you’d rather be dead?
already been said
not gonna reprise ya
anesthesia amnesia
will seize ya
no one will please ya
until the truth frees ya



Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 23, 2010
all rights reserved

Poetic Sojourn


About Scott Schoffstall

I'm a relatively new poet having started in earnest 11/2010. I have sought the authentic and am still on that quest. I've diverged from the norm yet always reached for the universal. My interests were always beyond the here and now. Beyond the taste, touch, smell, hear, see. Where the mind and the spirit transcend the physical. They say perception is reality. Is it? Are we truly all there is? View all posts by Scott Schoffstall

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