Trips of Scions

Posted on by Reena Saxena

Marijuana, a mask of smoke,
but the scions wander deeper
their arteries lit with excess,
their laughter a mockery
of their existence.
Goals never set
they are on undefined trips
-a carnival of waste,
where silence remembers what they forget
-the emptiness beneath indulgence.

Quadrille #240

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  4. I can see the wisdom of your words, Reena. I also can see where young people see the mess we’ve made of things and have an attitude of, “Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die.” (Shakespeare?)

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