Thoughts Of This And That Poem by Randy Briggs

Locks on houses,
People stay out!
Don’t bother me,
Oh not me.
Quiet I sit,
President sleeps in
Bed,
People die,
People born,
Wholesome wholesale,
Sell poor souls
To work bulls*t
Job at corner of street.
Ant crawls out
Of cigarette box
Eating leftover
Tobacco found in
Cave, paint not,
A picture of this and that and that and
This.
Eternal sunshine
Of spotless mind?
Spots on mind,
Spots on paper,
Where ideas walk away
And no understanding
Is found.
What’s found?
Who’s found?
Confusion!
Chaos!
Illusions!
Oh man and his illusions
Ha!
Old men
On chairs
Tell stories
Of war.
Transparent faces
On the wall,
Tumbling towers
And worn out
Gutters.
Memories of
Generations disappear
Under mount Olympus.
Reflecting upon
This picturesque
Scene-
Valuable,
Indecent,
Broken bodies
Flood the rivers.
Dried up,
Gone away.
Shores of the oceans
Melt into the sun.
Books on shelves
Halfway finished.
Papers catch fire
And genius is lost
To the smoke.