Sunday, March 11, 2007

Invasive Species

"Found this one in one of my old journals while doing some homework and loved it"

Invasive Species

Riddle my body
Depression and doubt
Have their way
amongst my resources
no immunity
From their spreading onslaught
sand is all that remains
from a jubilant environment
they need to be eaten
purged from the landscape
I insert their predecessors
I am responsible
for their release
predators climb in
through my nose
down my ever increasingly
dehydrated throat
my own war
Eating doubt
destroying depression.
At least for a while
It is the one thing d.a.r.e missed
they work
No feeling.
comes in easy to dissolve capsules
To bad predators and pray
Hit it off so well
Long last friends
Sleeping with the enemies
While I am still depleting
Still awake


Rocketstar said...

Hey man, BBB is going to be having his next writing contest. This time it will be right up your alley, an erotic poetry contest.

Anonymous said...

very thought provoking Brian.

Thomas said...

This reminds me of another poem called, "There Will Come Soft Rains":

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.