There are sights

Posted on Nov 2, 2014 in Poetry, Writing

There are sights dragging us places,
that could flip reality
on a dime in the space of a breath.
Brushing past with long legs
in an outfit a designer must’ve chuckled to make.
There are sights that could lean
an unchecked life filled with purpose
toward utter foolishness.
Such plots
that cause one to stop
in his tracks
and live a dream of a bubble
that pops in just moments,
or in ten wasted years.
or a life gone down the tubes.
I’ve seen it in more than a few.