The Hunter's Snare Poem by Vincent Cibelli

The open road and passion choked days
Are a soapless shower for a lackluster life.
Mid-day naps, cigarettes, law & order, and pap's
Thoughtlessly exfoliated in the sweet madness
Of beautiful anarchical indecisiveness,
General plans of goalless wandering.
On channels & tracks we build our paradoxical cells,
Unintentionally and purposefully constructed.
Our mechanical jobs sell the recycled iron cages
Of our predestined freedom lives symbiotic with low interest
Indenturing loans and instant credit allowances.
In seductive leisure too, the light lacking rooms barred
Guarded, forlorn more fervently and hopelessly shut
With attractive suburban passivity being
The mind-guard's lock and key falling fastened
Across the obvious exits, selflessness, glimpsed windows and doors.
Emancipation! Emancipation, cried,
Sighed from complacent wanting eyes.
These petticoat prisons, our invested institutions paid for by
Sweat, lies, objectives, lost and found.
Procrastination and sloth the broth, the base
Of this selfish bought pixilated boredom,
Offended hence defended, spiced just right it's left to stew.
Daily the morning's doses are misrepresentations of file-filled cakes;
Poetically verbose passionate disinterest and sensualist satisfaction,
Glass trojan horses, soft clay lock picks,
Polystyrene battering rams and 'now what? ' escape plans.
Hypocritical words, misleading, and hypocritical deeds, mistreating,
Should-have-known outcomes, plain and lame,
In shame loudly limping, awaking day and night.
One finger accusing, keeping conscience clean
Three fatted fingers of blame pointing
To the self, sanctioned source of disillusionment,
Embodied in this, our body, in now, our time
Pruned by bias and wild by nurture, bearing fruits
Immature, rotten and ripe, picked, fallen, and ignored.
Though high and dry hopes are held in tomorrow's answers
Of today's questions and incoherent plan B
Solutions for yesterday's test-failed riddles,
Within these obscure absurdities is confined the one absolute,
That dwarfs egos and passions,
Turns apathetic both empathy and hate
And dirties the dusted mantle once again
With blue lips, incalculable space, and unknown time.