~The Low Rising~
Blistering cold it was, the day it all began,
The clumped society wrapped in mounds
Of fleece, gloves, scarves -and themselves,
Some, more than others, who stomp through
Avoiding the excrement that they, in fact created,
Full circle motivation kind of thing,
But who are those, who ponder in the outer limits,
Not those who roam, with desolation
Consuming their minds, no not them,
For they stick up thier illiterate noses
At the stepping stones that crowd
Their supposed, high privileged feet,
No time to waste, steamrolling through to their perch,
Just to look down upon all those they crushed,
The degraded ones who still struggle,
Rubbing pennies together in their pocket,
Salivating over the idea of a hot, freshly cooked meal,
No bother to the Ivory tower, comfortable
In their bubble, but what if it burst,
What if someone was to slither through,
And remove a vital piece, from that skyscraper,
Would everything crumble, the whole structure
Of the privileged and all they hold so dear,
Who would even be brave enough
For such a task, as to take down the privileged
And show them the underbelly,
Oh but how and who, would lead such a movement
A revolutionary devious one, only to be jailed,
Oh, but how beautiful it would be to see it all, tumble down.
~The High Side~
Her phone has been stunted, and she reveled
In the solace of not having a surge of calls
And messages from missed calls, on top
Of text messages about those messages
After she had missed those calls -it was calm,
For once, she was alone with her own thoughts,
Quickly got bored, along with the song she was humming,
Started to leaf through a stack of paper loan applications
Until, she found one worthy of her weighed out time,
She noticed something in it, an error clothed and shaded,
But there it sat, pasted onto the page, and as she glared
At the ridiculous infraction, there was a rush of fury
Cursing, at her subordinates in her enraged mind,
Those beneath her, should have caught the oversight
As she grabbed her office phone, dialed feverishly
And awaited for the silence, just before sudden connect,
But it took too long, an automated voice recording,
She cut it short and hung up, spun around to her wide window
Overlooking the crown of the city
With the sun, just setting behind the mountainous buildings,
She checked her watch, crawling towards the end of the day
Praying the phone stays silent, as she stared
Repeating, “don’t ring!” over like it was her mantra,
And then, it rang, alarmingly jolting her from her solace,
“Now you call me back.” She said without answering,
“Its too late now, the application is submitted as denied,
And you can’t fix the mistake you made, not me,
Its almost five, I have a life outside of these walls,
If only you picked up when I called you…”
It stopped ringing, silence slithered back,
She smiled and collected herself,
Her jacket, scarf, gloves, and the stack of papers,
Dropped them all off, and headed out to catch her train.
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