When he hit
The ground
He had a strange sense
Of birthday balloons
Being cut free,
Not knowing where
Going somewhere.
And a distant thought
That he was dying,
Not wanting to leave
So much to do
So much unsaid,
Then he heard
Voices.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “So Here We Are” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
2:08 PM August 5, 2017
Where do you cry
When the fly
On the wall
Is your TV set,
With the net
Nearly complete
Under the illusion
That your gadgets
Make you cool
And connected,
One step away
From the chip
And total intrusion
Into the blip
That is life,
Controlled
By hideous beings.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “So Here We Are” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:41 AM August 1, 2017
