eight to five
frames those hours
that are barbed-wire fences
that enclose and bind.
weeds cover and invade
once fertile corners of our minds.
and —
for sale signs
hang around necks
we are corporate whores
sold to mediocre bidders
who are nothing more than
rusted out cars dressed in glitter.
but —
freedom’s flame
burns even when
our false reality
casts its pall
we must let loose our souls
and let faith’s fire burn tall.
December 19, 2015 at 9:56 am
I can totally relate to the feeling..you have expressed so beautifully.
December 20, 2015 at 7:30 am
Hi! It’s Bett here. Been busy setting up a store in Madrid. Would love to do an interview, have lots to share. Feel the need to be anonymous right now as the things around addiction are very personal and you’re a local guy! So if that’s cool, let’s set a time to meet! – B
December 20, 2015 at 7:53 am
excellent. i will email you and protect and respect your anonymity.