the philosophy kiosk

checked in with my old pal
the other day,
toiling away
in the philosophy kiosk
at the local mall,
and she said that
there was not much going on
at all,
just depression,
and of course
the immutable law
of gravity;
some mendacity,
too much atrocity,
and more duplicity
than one could count;
but hey, trouble is everywhere,
it's like dirty underwear,
it's the smell,
not the amount;
and I just smiled,
and wished her well,
as the whole of us get ready
to march into Hell.

September 29, 2010. From the forthcoming collection, Spoken Rage 2.

Copyright © 2010, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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