You Stare into a puddle
And look up at the sky
And rain comes down
On you


Next
Is the unexpected-
The rancid rows of ranting, repetitious
Rounds from
Rancoeurs


Next
Another minute
Another mediocre
Manifestation of
Meaningless life


Next
Another hour
Another tower
of cards stacked
against you


Next
Another day
Another diffusion
Of a depressing dawn
And dreary dusk
In a dream
Dilapidating
In a necral pallor


Next
Another week
Another sign
Of wabbling stability
Next
Another month
Another milestone
On the mount of
Molding sanity


Next
Another year
Another 365 days
Another 87 hundred
hours plus
of the same simple sentencing
to sobs of sorrows


Next
Another generation
Another generalization
Of hereditary punishment-
The punishments of sin


Next
Another century
Of suffering
What comes NEXT.