DB Cox- A Poem

colored confusion

tangled dance
through sliding
subway doors
train full
of hanging heads
brain-dead riders
hiding faces
from naked reflections
in little glass windows
straining to justify
another pointless ride
nine-to-five

bouncing prayers
off heaven’s door
for dead bodies
strewn across the killing floor
by one more
paradise-backed maniac
serving up the fine smell
of dread

the american story
still cycling
crazily backward
light--where dark should be
dark--where light should be
too many people
crying here
too many people
dying here
everything
has been said & unsaid
done & undone
by everyone
important & unimportant

is there anyone
who can brake
this runaway train
is there anyone
who can drop the curtain
on this pollock-piss canvas
of colored confusion