"Wasted"

My abhorrence mushrooms.

Engulfed in dullness.

Tedious and insipid.

Ostentatious red blood.

Pathetic.

Buxom fools of

orange and black.

Cool and expectant

to be detached.

Spending hours in a warp

of the fourth dimension.

And yet go nowhere.

Gain nothing.

Could they know their fall?

Could their hearts

leap up?

Could they make

the landscape their own?

A soft green breeze.

No elation equivocal

to lack of sadness

to death.

Always and simply

wasted…

-Graham Cohen