Humanus Urbanum

How is it one

Falls so in love

With the emptiness of silence?

& these crazy ladies chasing

After these meaningless tyrants

& this addictive time-wasting

Welcome to the land of confusion

Welcome back to the grand delusion

With which we forever flee

The nightmare once thought a dream

The few wild animals left to see

Just roam about believing they/re free

Despite the trapping urban cage

Idolize holywood housewives

The absolute worth of our lives

Measured by an hourly wage

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About Carl Paul Henneman

A life unfit for rational explanation. Fragments of time, convoluted from the true nature of my being. I write to try to set my crooked path straight. There is nothing pretty about it. For me, the trick to being a good writer is getting people to take a second look at something they may have otherwise discarded. I used to be an idealist. I wanted to change the world. Now I am a realist. I just want to change myself. I write like I paint; but I can’t paint, if I could, it’d be like I write. Real words for real people.
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3 Responses to Humanus Urbanum

  1. Get out your first aid kit
    Lions are roaring
    Demons haunt
    Tear and torture
    Fleet foxes feed
    Wolves wander again
    This happens to all of us
    Skin slouches off
    But we must grow from within

    —– Hope all is well!

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