broken promises

the 'promised land' is a
broken battlefield,
a ghostly graveyard.

familiar landmarks evoke
waves of regret and loss.

the bon vivant new yorker
i thought i was destined to
become... morphed into a
solemn, sodden, sordid
seer of shrieking and sycophantic
social boors.

when did it all stop being fun?
and more importantly, was it
ever REALLY fun to begin with?

this concludes your daily affirmation.

joe