Manny Furious


Ode To My Bathroom Mirror At 6: 13 In The Morning... - Poem by Manny Furious

Behold! The blazing faces.
Dozens. Hundreds. Tight with disappointment. Drooping
with frustrations.
Red with greed. Cornered with regret.
Angry faces.
Rushed faces.
Faces full of angst and existential knots.
Sex!
Money!
Power!
Chasing, grabbing, clutching. Faces swimming against
the proverbial current.
WHY! ?
Where are you going?
What is so important?
Why are you in such a hurry to die?
What are you lacking at this moment?
Right now.
Where are the faces of freedom
joy
love
content
patience?

...Oh, there they are.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014



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