Movement And Wind Poem by Nathan J. Bogart

Eating spit burgers for five dollars a pop
Watching the town fall apart,
I reluctantly listen to the annoyance streaming
From my front room
My dad sits glued to the mid-day's press


So, I stay away and let the bullshit of the day
Play routes through his brain
As I sit and think about nothing
About life, about death
About nothing


My mom sits in the kitchen with a beer
Waiting for the birds to come and feed
She complains of waiting
And when they arrive
She turns to find another beer


My brothers are moved out
All except one
And, I try to look for something proud in his character
But it alters every day
Or maybe it's me

I sit writing in the hopes that some day
I won't be addicted to politics
Or drinking
And, I'll be the same day after day
As the world falls apart