Spinning on my axis I peer
into a vacuum. 
Release is hard to come by 
when agendas are used as
foreplay, and lying fingers
pluck slaughtered truth.

Sucked into chasms of 
platitudes that have no 
meaning, I ponder the purpose
of life.
A voice that offers nothing 
but a resting place for idle
words, chuckles in amazement
at some that have mastered the 
art of "wishful thinking."

"No" is spoken in many 
languages, I learned it young.

--

copyright June 1998
Judith Anne Labriola