The exits of the Ikea
Have been theorized but never found
In its halls
The moans of the forsaken
Make such a mournful sound
Yet when I see
Lingoberry preserves
I find joy is all around
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Tag: Poem
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In the modern day
Daisy has a reality show
That’s a career in a way
Tom is the son of patent lawyer
Who went to Duke to play lacrosse
Nick is still choking on whiskey and words
As his body pays the cost
The world still glitters in the distance
The LED screen cuts down on the glare
It all seems so charmed
Until you finally make your way there
Nostalgia fills the empty
Where music fills the night
I’d say I saw them dancing
But the word fleeing seems more right
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
I Went Looking For A Story
I went looking for a story
Amongst the oceans
Sands and dirt
Instead I found
A world so overwhelming
I barely see it still as Earth
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
The Beat Knows My Name
The beat knows my name
Earbuds almost shake loose
Tonite the street knows
I ain’t going to stay the same
Going slip my neck outta this noose
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Invaders
Worst thoughts of my mind
Suddenly arrive uninvited
Attempts to ignore only tightly loop and bind
Slowly making it harder to fight it
In the end I find
I must acknowledge it not losing sight
That which comes unbidden
Cannot be ignored away
Attempts to keep it hidden
Invite a longer stay
When the mind is twisted and ridden
Your rituals have no sway
Speak of it
Do not run
They fade away
When faced with light and sun
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
For those whose minds get away from them sometimes.
Devil In The Details
The devil is in the details
Yet God is found in the mistake
And the best laid plans of man pales
To when evolution and conditions awake
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
The State of Things
Stone keeps sitting silent
Sun shines hard and clear
Earth moves as matters make it
Sometimes slow, then violent
Sometimes there, then here
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Hoboken Terminal 1990
Rude boys on the train
Singing what they speak
Punk rockers hide the pain
Anger about to break
Dominican girls are walking
Every step shakes
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
An Artist’s Heart
One good moment
A spark of art
A souls movement
A missing part
Grace captured
From promising start
To the brief rapture
Of an artist’s heart
Gene G. Mclaughlin 2016
Retribution
The dead seek no retribution
They’re gone from hunger
Not from greed
They are appeased from restitution
Of that torn asunder
Not from need
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
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