Friday, August 11, 2006


As quickly as the leisure fades
from solar slathered skin
a gnawing sense of debt invades
to gobble up your grin.

Despotic deadlines denigrate
idyllic coexistence
as fervent traitors infiltrate
your weakening resistance;

defend the ramparts viciously
repel this greedy horde
expend your stores judiciously
and never sheath your sword.


Crunchy Weta said...

Reminds me of the story of the grasshopper and ants. We can be our own worst enemies. Keep your sword up!

Roger Stevens said...

Nice poem.

And nice guitar. Where was the picture on your profile taken? Looks like from on a stage on the back of a truck.

Thanks for stopping by.

ozymandiaz said...

I dunno, sounds like a lot of work to me...
I like the sound od sun slathered skin though.

rch said...

Hey Glenn, I try, thanks. Take it easy, hope you're feeling better.

Hi Roger, thanks that was last year at an outdoor party, we were right at the edge of a parking lot with the truck behind us. I like your site and writing which I found through the currently incognito Anonymous Poet. Take care and stop by again.

Hello Oz, yes too much work, that is the problem. It's been quite sunny here lately 8^D Thanks!