Under the Covers

There was a hole in my heart

where the dripping of art and beauty and good drained away. 

 It’s so hard to say what it was in the day that kept me so a lark. 

 Could it be the disease which is eating the trees

and making a century of the cow mentality ease?

Reality is what we say it is.   Gee whiz

I just can’t seem to get the drama which is

 The evening news and ”baby mama” speculations.  

 All different hues of the same cultural leprosy. 

 We are walking zombie in a dead sea

passionate disconnects from logic and

 the opposite sex and attraction. 

 Reactions to media interpretation

action from different colors and sisters and brothers.

It all makes me want to crawl underneath the covers.