Flaccid Humanity

This thick drape of impotence,
heavy and dark,
weighs down my protests,
My call for honor and decorum falls on deaf ears
for those tastes are out of fashion,
taking too long to prepare
Their ingredients far too costly
for those diners wanting quick service at a discount price.
I witness them lapping up their inclusion like thick rancid cream,
Part of a bitter club whose membership cards are written in venom,
Whose entrance fee requires the deposit of your humanity,
To be returned at a later date, when convenient
When all the conjecture has solidified into history
And any nuance has been edited away
leaving a crisp clear plot,
with winners and losers,
good guys and bad.

About The Sterling LIne

Where does art end and life begin? I don't really see a distinction, but I try to consciously live each moment with enthusiasm, following inspiration where it leads, being open to possibilities and exploring the boundaries of myself, the world I live in and those I meet. Though I attempt to tread softly and respectfully, I often get clumsy, carried away with enthusiasm ... Woman, artist, force of nature and mother... Lives in the SF Bay Area.
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