This is a poem I wrote a while back. Its a commentary on life and a rambling mess.

I saw a man in weathered clothes surrounded by doctors, swinging severed limbs and throwing colorful medicines. The librarians gather giving advice on new books to read. And there were lawyers coughing and hacking up words difficult to pronounce. While film directors and television producers snuck off to feed their children.
I saw buildings turn inside out as eager residents met with city streets on their way to the heavens. Aggressive mothers and fathers cleared out shopping malls and clogged highways to celebrate His entrance. While whistling and howling wind threw snow and rain on warm windows.
I saw the teenagers become fascinated by glowing things until the future was placed into the hands of hands cut loose from the brain. Their minds collected in puddles and mixed with toxic factory leftovers. They grew up to work in those factories. They were struck down and killed at the hand of those factories.
I saw them all marry and go to war under the hot sun. Riding on the backs of camels, through the hot sun to return to their thirsty brides. They returned to average Midwestern life. In mornings drinking coffee while children tug on hems screaming maternal neediness.  Eating breakfast and ripping newspaper articles.
I saw a thousand trees laying down. They bowed in the glory of the truckers. Cut and processed they were turned into planks and stacked to the heavens, stacked to meet with God in the sky, stacked for men to leap from in times of despair. They were all eventually burned and drifted off into lunges of city goers and awkward tourists.
I saw men who wore masks to save them from the gases in the air. To their deathbeds they slept and swore the war wasn’t over. Hiding secret passions, in the night they sought whatever feeling had enough power to satisfy the body. A war with common man, common thought, common emotion, and common speech.
I saw many with stringed instruments spilling meaningless babble, endless troubadours singing of vehicles and failed love. While men read ancient words seeking wisdom and wealth. The dusted paged offered solutions of bloody sacrifice and abstinence from cellular phones.
I saw them ride on rivers and build bridges to houses of gambling and passion, for those who sought fortune and flesh. Their journeys all cut short when clogged hearts and swollen stomachs created early deaths and beautiful funerals. Weeping wives soon remarried and supplied new husbands with clean homes and hungry step-children.
I saw the politicians gather throwing speeches to one another, attempting to spread their thoughts, while each display their new boys whom they use to lead and rule with fresh faces and elaborately vague speaking. From his first words they knew he had a future in politics.
I saw boys riding motorcycle asphalt with black face nuns sailing by in religious splendor. Cars and rowboat stopped up in summer heat congestion. Greasers blasting guitar shrill and beatnics bellowing consciousness. Oh those hungry youths and breeds of man, I saw them digging through trash looking for discarded rocks lost in a tragic roaring memory.
I saw red and yellow leaves fall from trees and touch the ground to bounce back up to the branches they leapt from. Young firery, smoking cigarettes they sat beneath those tress pouring boiling coffee down throats of steel. Those learned ones. The ones jumping from trees and resurrecting creatures once seen on television and matinee sci-fi favorites.
I saw man take shovels to dig lakes with grand views to build summer homes. They picked the mountains for metals to present to their women to woo them into marriage. They planted and harvested, and gave scraps to the poor houses. The colleges collected knowledge and sold it to hungry suburbanites so they could all set out and create neighborhoods on one-way streets.
Yet in time their breath ceased and their houses were left standing empty. Taken in the night by wrinkled skin. The dust happily welcomed them back. O, daughter "Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked I will depart.”