Wretched, Wretched

Falling by the wayside
As the river runs dry.
That the bed
Stripped Naked and Bare
With its hidden devils of pollution
Is exposed for all to see.

but
May the waters flood once again
That life be breathed back into its banks
And when that be
May it not forget
The source of its spring.

Instant Gratification

(in response to an impulse buy. and dedicated to jayne.)

the cacophony of colours
the psychedelic sounds
the mishmash of ordered chaos
the bombardment of the senses

the cup that runneth over
of wants and whims and fancies
that meanders through (brief) indecision
and passes the bridge of impulse

and like drinking an elixir of life
from this unending river
it quenches the thirst and yearning
fulfills the momentary urge

but the hunger remains unsatiated
gnawing and growing
eating away at the numbers
that struggle to stay on balance

i went shopping.