Thursday, April 28, 2022

SO TIRED By R.M. Engelhardt


The world keeps
A' spinnin

People dying
People living new
Kids being born

Everyday

But nothing
Truly ever changes
Nothing is a miracle
Among the many who
Seek them 

It's like winning 
The lottery

Except you don't
And never will

So

Where are all the aliens? 
Where are all the flying cars?
Where is God?

Who is God?

And does he or
She even care
Or even know our names?

Maybe God is a hot
Blonde chick in a 
Flying car who you
Meet at the bar.
She buys you drinks
And then? The next 
Morning you wake up
Next to her only to realize 
That she was just one of those Grays
From a planet far far away
Who only probed you while
Your head showed you some
Beautiful illusion and then
When you report it they put
You in the local mental institution

(Where you secretly wait
For her return)

And take meds

But we get so tired and
We sometimes get
So bored with this world
That we just want to scream
Follow lunatics and elect them to
Office hoping that they will somehow
Start a war or watch the final conflict play out the final scene of that movie that never seems to end

It's no wonder that we all
Drop out at around the age of 80 because
We've waited for so so long

To just wake up

As the world just continues
Ignores us

As if we've never existed

At all 


Bored as Fuck

And waiting for 
The winning lotto numbers
To be announced








R.M. Engelhardt writes, lives & breathes in Albany, NY. He is the founder of Dead Man's Press Ink (1998), a small indie poetry publishing firm & is the original founder of the literary community group Albany Poets. Over the last 25 or so years his work has appeared in dozens of small press journals, anthologies & zines  worldwide and he is the author of roughly 16 books of poetry, such as " DarkLands" ( 2019 Whiskey City Press) "The Resurrection Waltz "(Infinity Press 2012) & "The Last Cigarette, The Collected Poems of R.M. Engelhardt" (Dead Man's Press Ink 2007) .  He currently hosts the open mic for poets "INVOCATION OF THE MUSE"  At Lark Hall and is also a supporter of experimental & Pagan poetry as well. 
His new book, " Of Spirit, Ash & Bone Poems*Parables" ( Dead Man's Press Ink) comes out and makes it's appearance in 2022.



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