Today and then tomorrow, then it is the end of National Poetry Month. What will you do with all that extra spare time!!!!
Fashion Conscious.
Pretty pretty butterfly people
fluttering in the midst of
Armani, Gucci, Versace,
aimlessly ambling arrogance.
Each, a born again narcissus
who venerate
their own frivolous existence.
Hearts saturated in self-adulation
oblivious to a brother's cry of anguish,
wrapped in a mind that failed to grasp
the concept of the other.
Pretty pretty butterfly people
fluttering in the midst of
Armani, Gucci, Versace,
how I long to see you live
for more than one brief moment
in reality's rigorous narrative:
perhaps to see Serbia's plight,
hear the Kurds cry,
feel enough of Iraq's pain
to make you question why.
