Time For Sleep Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Split streets like Montague and Capulet
Classes, education, money and power
Affluence and lies, politics, religion
My love is a self-centered story
The serpent eats his dust

Belfast, Iraq, Syria, Sudan
I am the insolated American
Two hundred channels of cable
I watch the rain forests go
I watch the glaciers melt

I read these wordy phony poems
Here and there something real
I see more and more commercial art
Everybody sucked in
Oh well! Time for sleep…