Born Low
by Damion Hamilton
Hard sweat
Hard struggle
At the base of the pyramid
Needing a moment of calm or rest
And finding very little of it
Things had to be done quickly
And senselessly
No time for pleasure
As the hours suffered
As one carried the weight a piano of their backs
Things moved quickly and the distractions and necessities
Were seemingly endless
Cell phones, computers, cable television,
Alcohol and drugs
There was little or no time for deep thought or feeling
Just chatting and dancing
As great music was pushed to the shadows
Along with other great things
My nerves rebel for the boredom and the
Anxiety at the bottom
November 18th, 2005 at 4:32 pm
An eloquent and adequate adaptation of today’s consumerism. I enjoy the turns of phrase and almost detached perspective so linked with the impersonality of today.
September 7th, 2006 at 6:55 pm
Hey Damion, I enjoyed your poetry called “Born Low.”
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