wonder will not wonder long

at the absence of grace as wisdom

*

work hard to find

and assholes are voting back in

the very sociopaths

who nearly wrecked the world's economies

and put these assholes on the bread lines

is there anything stupider than a white

conservative American?

*

in a matter of months

a new style for a new age suddenly sprouts

catching us old-timers

at a loss for livelihood in a world so utterly

different so utterly ruined

that death is preferable to living in constant

conflict with smug rude brats

who endure because it is a felony to kill--

an absolute fiasco in the Retribution

Department so this is how I will end (who help me)

dying in the street because I can't afford the hospital

and wandering my mind like I wander through

the streets pleased as punch to be getting screwed

a ton of reality checks without one fortunate break

*

clowny admitted it

those are his fingerprints on your scrotum

but you can't do anything about because he died

a while back mauled by an angered lion

somewhere among the cages as they hauled up the tent

in the field and

you waiting with the others --watching--

wondering why the bull gangs and the performers

and especially the clowns smelled of whiskey breath

and body odor as if lice in the crotch

of the ringmaster were invited to sing and a damp song

rose out of the--oh yes--bottle they tugged

now tub-thumping circus music ties the cold sweat

to the muffled event

trembling under trapeze and wire-walker

watching this--this--diminished Arlecchino--

heinous harlequin degenerated to common clowny

no one likes because they are so damned creepy

*

don't ask me some foolish question

I have no love for mockery

I have no patience with petulance

I disdain your condescension

and look forward to the affirmation

of justice your fall will demonstrate

I will look behind the shrubs

that camouflage your moat

seeking your gleaming throat

finding only your tracks

divoting in escape

heaped with heavy meetings

and sorely indulged yearnings

so do not judge my refusal

to join you in bad surrealism

I have my own burdens

and you can choke on your resentment--

*

the wise man continues to learn--

the fool knows all

*

I weave in and out

between

what will be accomplished and

what will be abandoned

I stagger in ignorance

because I do not know the worth

or

if it mattered

and

even if it did how would I know

for what purpose and to what end--

as if I were wise enough to rule the stars

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