Thin Air (Terza Rima) by richardlynnlivesay

Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on September 5, 2012 0 Comments

 

 

Syncopated symbolism crosses wearily across

The moss in my ears, hearing a single sight

Pity all the ones that share the fear embossed

 

Light paths deliver the glory of ancient tribute

Broadcast in scrolls, on tablets in pyramidal light

And yet we smell the fumes of fossils and refute

 

Giving up, giving back, slacking into slavery and angst

Looking for a savior, lost inside our minds so tight

The resistance shouting on a lonely hill of banks

 

Wrapped around with greed, indeed and with the deed

Read Rome and Germany then see America’s plight

Worth ten cents on the dollar, just print more and bleed

 

At the end of our rope, a bandit grins with a pearl gun

And we sigh and go to China’s Wally World in spite

The revolution of the clock approaches the midnight run

 

Trapped inside a work-a-day, owing all we make and more

The part we heard was over herd, the chattel cattle’s fight

Give them cake and let them wait but don’t tell them the score

 

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RICHARD LYNN LIVESAY - Poet/Artist•Born 1943 Lubbock, Texas, lives in Greenville, SC• Education: U. of Ariz., Lubbock Christian College, Texas Tech U.• Careers: Art, Medical, Transportation, Entertainment• Curr

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