Sophisticated Creatures

The lights of Grenoble
Are calling me up tonight.
"Stay awake, stay up late!"
They say, and so I pour a drink,
Turn on the think-tank
In the beak of my brain
And tip the tea-pot of thoughts over;
Pouring out the stuff of ages
In fractions all the same
As generations prior.
Words- they leak out like
The little drops of oil
from my '83 Dodge Pickup.
And soon, but not terribly,
The engine will run dry;
My words will find themselves
Empty in the vessels of my heart-
Burned, beaten and black
Like the starless night
Between dawn and daylight.
It's not so bad, really.
Spears of starlight press down,
Touching my eyes, glistening and falling;
The ebb and flow of a nighttime ocean
Above instead of below.
If I dress myself appropriately-
If I dress for success
I guess I will avail,
But the redundance of this life
Is something stinking;
Filthy and flandering mouths
Open wide and abide their contortions,
Passing themselves off as
Sophisticated creatures,
The idiots.


C.A. Dominick


Copyright ©2006 Charles Anthony Dominick