Estranged Union (Excerpt)

February 8, 2011

J L Carey Jr
It was 2:00 a.m. and minus 11 degrees outside and I am tired and I am here at Ford Sterling again; again in the filth and the rust and the grease. Today, at 2:00 a.m., I feel no presence of heaven or hell, no reason or purpose for existence. There is only this moment and the promise of its end. I watch the moon drift in the bitter sky, like a glowing cradle in a pitch black sea, in the sour smell of cutting fluid and axles being born of it and I understand that all of this is for nothing. I understand that everything we do in this life is to simply occupy our time, for not a soul can truly explain or understand why we are here, why we exist. Man has no true purpose in the universe. We simply exist to try and keep existing; a warped loop of insanity where nothing really comes of our "progress", just another generation to pick up where we left off.

They Sleep

They sleep '"
Within the maze
Of machines
They sleep '"
Through the static
And the hum
They sleep '"
As time unfolds
And blankets them
Each wink slipping
Into the past, into decay
They sleep '"
As if their bones
Had long been planted
They sleep -

Published by J L Carey Jr

J L Carey Jr, Author of the book Turning Pages, is a writer and an artist living in Michigan with his wife and three children. He holds an MFA in Creative Writing from National University and a BA in Englis...  View profile

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  • Paul Rance2/20/2011

    Like the mix of prose and poetry. Yeah, in my neverending battle against bureaucracy I wonder what's the point of it all!

  • Delicia Powers2/19/2011

    Very powerful, a heavy and hopeless feeling strongly captured, thank you!

  • Orchiolum2/19/2011

    You "capture a moment" quite well...love the feel of your words.

  • J L Carey Jr2/18/2011

    Thank you for the comments. It is good to be back Martin. Things have been hectic. As far as embodying my philosophy, Linda, It does not. The piece is just suppose to capture a moment and i think at times most people feel lost or even feel nothing at all given the situation they are in while at other times they feel enraptured or absolutely found. Thanks again. JL

  • Martin Kloess2/18/2011

    masterful writing. good to see you back

  • Linda Louise Johnson2/17/2011

    Powerful poem. But I so hope this doesn't embody your philosophy, your life has great meaning to God and to others.

  • Tina Twito2/17/2011

    Oh, do I recognize this feeling. Everything is sacred. Everything is meaningless. It all just goes on and on and on, and I wonder if the cycle really requires my presence at all. You said this is an excerpt. would love to see the full work someday!

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